I open my eyes to darkness, again. Judging by my wristwatch, it is 3:00am, but I usually misread the numbers in the small hours of the morning. It doesn’t matter; it’s another day where I must crawl out of bed, fighting off sleep that I barely just managed to surrender to, to finish an...
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