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The shrill beep of his alarm drags him from troubled sleep, another morning in the same grey room. He sits on the edge of the bed, rubbing his eyes, steeling himself for another day of repetition.

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The ground trembles as the freight train roars past the window, a mechanical blur against his still thoughts. Each morning at the same time, a reminder that the world moves on — even if he doesn't.

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Laughter rings out of the park as he walks by, the sound of children, busy in their own happiness, slicing through his haze of exhaustion. He pauses for a moment, watching them — and wonders when he’d last felt so carefree.

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Inside the factory, machines clank and hiss, drowning out thought in a symphony of work. He joins the line, hands moving automatically, mind elsewhere — a quiet yearning for something more.

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That evening, he takes a different route home. He finds himself wandering to the edge of the town. A stream where he once played. The water is cold and clear, rushing freely over the rocks — and for the first time in years, he feels like he could breathe.