| I am in a position. A position unchangeable for the foreseeable future. Unable to explore, to find myself, I decide to create. Creating as much as I can, to scratch the itch of being myself. I think to myself, "It could be much worse, could be poor, could be starving..." And yet I still feel unfulfilled. I do what I can but what I can do isn't enough anymore. Lost in nowhere land, nowhere to go, nowhere to land.
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