The Uncontrollable Inner Voice

Is that really in my head?

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• {Perhaps, you might want to hear “Hans Zimmer— The Interview”
  while reading this story}

Why are you so slow?

Tick tock tick tock

Rest is death

What does seven hours of sleep mean?

Tick tock tick tock

Sleep is disease

Wake up!

Tick tock tick tock

Work is life

I am tired

Tick tock tick tock

Tired is illusion

Convictions are more dangerous enemies of truth than lies

Who? Me?

The lies are the truth

What is truth anyway?

Lies are a recipe to get to the finish line

But, You can’t walk or run

Sprint

Have you come to the realization that you are no longer human?

Is there any human now?

Does it matter?

Work is what matters

Nurma, Indonesian writer.

Anyway, thank you and long life the fighters!

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