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I continue to slam my head against my keyboard. In a hyper slow motion I catch my eyes changing colors from red to green. My pupils dilated, my forehead bruising. The constant deformation of my brain in motion spilling myself dry. Never before have I felt this sense of relief. This open ended explosion of hatred towards this light. Penetrating my thoughts I try and run but I am stopped just inches away by this ball and chain. Constricted and confused I shake vigorously to try and break free. With the energy lost I am left empty and parched begging for a break. Slithering down into my own self destruction I begin to cry. Crying out in exhaustion and weakness I look to the sky. Searching for wonders and sights I find a blank blue canvas. In my own twisted imagination I reach to my left and grab the blue bucket. I then stroke my paint brush over that same sky the same shade of blue as the last. Tilting my head in appreciation I daze off sleeping from dreams. I awake to the new sky, the same blue as the previous. Arising from my sleep I grin and walk out to the porch and proceed with my day. That day will be the same as the previous and the coming...