Paperwork kills.
Esp. the official-government stuff.
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The excitement is being murdered.
Same stuff over and over again, is suicidal to interests.
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The unending 'things to do' list doesn't motivate me anymore.
Lazying around, wishing there was some P.A., to do all those.
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The Circle in the nights, the musical fountain and the water-sprinkled air...
The terrace, the lonely moon, the breeze - soft on your face, the i-pod plugged to ears...
The speeding car, on a lonesome highway, the loudest of the lyrical-songs...
The dimly lit air-conditioned room, soft-heavily-cushioned bed, the wet locks, and soft-background tones...
'!! Freshen me !! Please....'
Why is the wrong cord hitting me??
'Soothen me.
Give me my liveliness back.'
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Suffocating in my own skin.
Don't wanna die in the burden of work, responsibilities, and political/ social correctness.
Snake-n me and replace my limits to the new measurements.
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Being Independent was a target.
So achieved, that the Commensalism is the new one.
Stay unaffected, yet benefit me.
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