it's true:
once you're in,
you can never go back.
my life is characterized by work, love, and play.
each one coming together each day.
we work for love, to love, because of love.
we work now with hopes of better & more play tomorrow.
we work.
& i sit here doing work thinking: what a lonely life this is
when working alone has become an everyday thing.
& i wonder: will there ever be relief?
i'm so aware yet so detached.
and i wonder, will there ever be a haven?
and above all, i wonder
when i'll get to shed the skin i'm in.
'cause i've grown tired of this one.
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