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By Farah Submitted by twisted_lie Date: 2010 Nov 02 Comment on this Work [[2010.11.02.18.11.25931]] |
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For unknown reasons, I have accustomed myself to the state of loneliness, and no matter how many people I am surrounded by this feeling haunts me. There is always a corner of my mind that never wants to blend in, that enjoys being a flower on the wall, a corner that wants to be forgotten. Nobody likes to feel this way and no one should. It’s a burden that never seems to part me; and every time I remember that I can never be my true self in a society that is ruled by tradition, it suffocates me even more. Freedom, no, it does not exist. I don’t make my own decisions, they are made for me; all the dreams I have, all the places I wish to visit and all the people I miss, I may never have, visit, or see any of these. My life is an oral contract; the repetition of words, the many promises made that will never be delivered and in a bold underlined font it is obvious that is just an identity crisis. |