Do the months? They change and do the years? They pass its felt like the same day for the whole of my life. Ive had one of those dreams again where all I can see is a grey horizon no sun breaking the monotony a dream devoid of colour, and devoid of sound where I am only greeted by blank faces without souls We are grinding the gears of the grey machine grinding the gears of the grey machine
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