When does this monster die?
I really thought it was done.
All those days of not sleeping on it; all those days I gave in sacrifice to completing it, overcoming it seemed so long and never ending.
Earphones, black. Seemed to be the only thing in the world that wasn’t against me.
Hour after hour. Miles of ink. Acres of paper. Yet the monster wouldn’t die.
Lengths of lead. Sheafs of graphs. The monster was still hungry.
One day. Of determination. Will. Completion. Confirmed. Happening. Happened.
Happiness.
Short-lived.
Lab exams be uncles to records, man!
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