The clock is ticking. The lights are flickering. Come what may, I’m still staring, Into the vast vagueness, Engulfing the mind, With a steady gaze, At the mountain of work. Come what may, I’m still sitting, Lost in a dark abyss, Without
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The clock is ticking. The lights are flickering. Come what may, I’m still staring, Into the vast vagueness, Engulfing the mind, With a steady gaze, At the mountain of work. Come what may, I’m still sitting, Lost in a dark abyss, Without