"What are you
doing?" he asks indignantly, and it's the same old fucking story. Yet another version of the same situation. And you don't know how long I've just been sitting here, looking at this page, thinking. You don't know how hard it is for me to write. I got up and I looked in the mirror and I tried to find my soul in my reflection. I tried to get a hold of my mind, by looking into my own eyes. And these words came to me:
Don't let yourself be caught here.
Stuck.
Stagnant.
Stressed.
I'm afraid to speak.
"It is often safer to be in chains than to be free."
- Franz Kafka
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