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Wake up. Go to work. Come home. Fall asleep. Repeat. Days blur into weeks, weeks into years, and still nothing changes. You go through the motions while something inside you whispers there has to be more.
The weight builds but so does the spark. A quiet defiance, a hope that refuses to die. Maybe today is the day the cycle breaks. Maybe you're not waiting to be rescued. Maybe you're waking up.
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