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Submitted to Contest #239
It was another Monday of unemployment. Not being productive in a late-stage, capitalistic hellscape was a death sentence every day I realized I hadn't lived up to my potential. I had died 61 times already. Before those 61 deaths, everything had been the same as it always was. I would leave my house and go to work. I would sit at my desk and exchange light conversation with my coworkers and pretend I was engaged with my tasks, but we all knew that wasn't possible. To get by was to lie. Ever since leaving, I had been alone. I no longer felt co...
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