Sick. Tired. Used. Waking up everyday, unable o recover myself from the thoughts of feeling tired.Waking up feeling dolor. Waking up feeling confused. Waking up and looking at myself infront of he mirror. Unfinished. Stuck in the dimension where I could never achieve my dreams. Stubborn. They said. All my life, a tool, a puppet, a machine designed to follow orders is what I have become. Laying in my bed thinking of the possibilities of me living up my dreams. A beautiful one. As I trained myself, barriers come. Come to build up walls forming a cage. My passions never end or stop. I became rebel. The thoughts of running away always playing in my mind. Waiting for the right time. The time that I myself cant seem to find as it is twisting my mind leaving me confused.
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