Data Entry.

One. Zero. One. One.

Tap. Tap. Click. Click.

Come.

Come for me.

End mortal suffering.

For though I fight,

Fight off pitch black advance,

With weaker push each time than last,

Know that I do so only because I must.

For what would this world think?

Of me?

Of duty left behind?

But I say this, when task is pinned under foot,

These eyes will truckle, to lasting night.

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