Being surrounded by circumstances I despise everyday takes it's toll from me every morning.
How far do I have to go to see that the night searches for an end?
How long do I have to wait before my dawn breaks in?
I feel strained and uninspired today. As if I don't feel like existing any longer out of my own mind.
Everything is supressed, my personality, my life, my routine, my thoughts, my voice, it is all being through a very long stand-by. The more I look into the future, the less patience I have left for the present.
To escape from this living hell is my only raison d'être. My promisse of freedom.
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