Work…Work…Work?

His meals consist of every second I breathe. Sometimes he uses my lateness as spicy seasoning…

His sleeping exists due to every minute I act. Often he sees nightmares because of my fails…

But he doesn’t know about the rest. I’ve told him to forget about work. He didn’t listen.

I’ll try again.

My dear Time. Stop. Please.

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