Holding...Up
Not sure of how long I can hold up to this mess. It is nonsensical to pick myself up every day just to turn up for cleaning peoples' arses 9-5. The toxic piles up and is killing me. My body is rotting away every millisecond.
Been telling a few that I seem to be destined to achieve something bigger this life. I somehow just know it. Am not gonna reproduce humankind. Am not contributing to the society as part of the gigantic mechanism. I must have a purpose in this life. And I think I vaguely know what I am gonna do. A whole new world which I had no idea I would land myself in. At least not in the past.
Can't believe my old self actually reappeared. The old me who was not afraid to show my black face to whomever I couldn't care less. People are dispensable when they are not on the same path. What do I care?
But a promise is a promise. I need to honour that promise for at least 2 years. Not sure if I will be killed in 2 years but one thing for sure, am dying to count down to the last day when I depart from this place.
I will fly high.
Been telling a few that I seem to be destined to achieve something bigger this life. I somehow just know it. Am not gonna reproduce humankind. Am not contributing to the society as part of the gigantic mechanism. I must have a purpose in this life. And I think I vaguely know what I am gonna do. A whole new world which I had no idea I would land myself in. At least not in the past.
Can't believe my old self actually reappeared. The old me who was not afraid to show my black face to whomever I couldn't care less. People are dispensable when they are not on the same path. What do I care?
But a promise is a promise. I need to honour that promise for at least 2 years. Not sure if I will be killed in 2 years but one thing for sure, am dying to count down to the last day when I depart from this place.
I will fly high.
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