Deadline
The soft rummble of the machine. The clicking of the keys. Click-click-click... and so on. The brain working hard for a deadline. Midnight. The constant reminder - Get it done... gotta get it done... or you'll. fail. Never stops. Until its finished. It never stops. Until you're done. But never really done, you start again to worry and stress. They call it a cycle for a reason you know.
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