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~brewed

Hey bartender, could you get both of us some whiskey?

It's such a strange feeling. I spend all my time working for a work I'm not sure I like. I give it all, but for what? My phone is always with me and even if I hate looking at it, I can't stop. It's almost like my own mind is against me. Which then brings up the question: who am I? How can I do something I don't like for so long. It's a strange battle I'm having. And I've got no clue where it will lead me.

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