You have to get up out of bed and face the cold embrace of your room.
You have to get dressed in attire that's considered "respectable" to contemporary society.
You have to leave the house, your safe haven, and witness, once more, the mixed markings of humanity upon this world
You have to make your way to your designated taskmasters who don't see the real you but rather a tool to be used for their own benefit.
You have to make your way back home where a few hours of what they tell you is entertainment take up your time.
You have to make your way back to the warm cocoon of your bed, the only truly safe place, and prepare yourself, mentally and physically, for time to repeat itself once again, over and over forever until you die.
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Well, thank fuck that don't happen to anyone haha right? ...right? Imagine if that shit was real. We'd have to get rid of that for sure, I think.