... a swift kick in the head is what I need to get out of here. Day in, day out. It's the same old thing pretending to be only 50% of me. I know in different places wth those different faces I could be at least 80% me.
Fear. Its fear that keeps me here. Lack of funds does that, too. Bills. Can't just leave them. I have to save. Save myself somehow or have died before I ever lived.
...and that would be waste.
Wouldn't it?
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