Every day,

(source) 

 I’m reminded of just how empty a vessel I am. 

 A plethora of things, waiting. 

 Neurons having sword fights in my hollow head. 

 Relentless as they are, restless as I am. 

 –

I don’t want to let anyone down. So I let myself. Why was money invented again?

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