Bad days come and go. Bad weeks will do the same. I thought about things; those words that spoke of a renewal. However, the environment remained unchanged. The culture of agendas and indoctrination gave me migraines. My re-acquaintance with this feeling of anxiousness. I used to ignore it, pushing it behind the walls. It has grown stronger, refusing obscurity. My mind went back to that ugly place where my humanity slipped into a coma. My way of coping creating fractures deep within my psyche; running away was my desire, and it remains to this day. So, I left abruptly; the moment felt like the ripping of chains once bolted to my flesh. Every day is a struggle; I want to be free.
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