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The future is where we belong. The past is gone. The present has been exiled in a time loop. And that is where I am. ~~~~~~~~ Past...present...future. I don't even know where I am anymore. I just, exist. I eat, drink, sleep but yet I'm not living. I'm alive but at the same time, I'm dead. I breathe air—oxygen, so why do I feel like I'm suffocating? Is anybody out there? If yes, save me... . . . . Kiara was on the floor sleeping, dreaming about what the day would hold. Would the rising sun bring something new or would it be the usual; work, work, work? You see the work was different for her. There were three things she did daily as a means of income; Wash, clean, sleep. Now the sleep ain't the same one y'all thinking. Kiara yawned the third time in three minutes and sat up. She lived in a small town where farmers grew their food to eat and sold the rest. She was an orphan which means that she had no one to provide, but

_Come out of your comfort zone_ Our back bones are breaking, And our smiles are cracked. How hard it is to walk in the path of success. With boulders strapped to our backs, we climb the crooked mountain of prosperity. We tell ourselves, it'll be worth it. We can't remain where we are. We gotta keep moving. We look behind us—our past. Life is not a bed of roses in any way. This mountain before us is dark and cynical. Its rough paths makes our toes cry for mercy. But we turn a deaf ear to their pleas, Not a stance of peace or rest. We gotta keep moving. But the strength of a few steps is all we have left. We are weary to move on. Our fortune, our success, our wealth and honour. We see them just at the pinnacle of the jagged mountain, Laughing at us, teasing us. Is this it, for us? Do we make it? But His voice again do I hear, "Move my child, your reward awaits you." We're unstoppable like a Ferrari without brakes, _I&#