Industry Vs Inferiority
Clocks tick, pages turn, and pencils furiously inscribe notes; two more chapters.
The house is silent; earbuds blare.
And as the city sleeps, you refuse to conform.
Rest is for the weak; I go against the norm.
The only question is, as the sun retires and the moon clocks in, which will you choose,
Productivity or inferiority?
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Alx Brk | Year Posted 2014
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