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This world feels like a prison.
Through all these cycles of mourning and steeling, learning and unlearning, the only thing I can be sure of is that I don’t belong.
The masses are forced to spend all day, all week, doing what they do not want to do, in places they do not want to be. The frowning faces make me want to cry. The workplace makes me sick; It’s like being allergic to air. Among those held hostage to the dream of another, there is no dignity. No sanity. The only thing trickling down is the blood.
Tell me I’m not the crazy one. Please tell me there’s some way, some hope- I don’t know how I’m supposed to be here, and I don’t know how I’m supposed to keep this up. How long?