You’re a dog tied to a leash; you’re a slave to your wage
You sold your soul for something you never will obtain
Every syllable you speak is weak, you have nothing to say
- from We're Here to Save the Day by The Constellations (feat. Asher Roth)
That's me, in a nutshell.
That's also why I write on this blog now. I simply want to avoid not having something to say, something for myself. I spit out thousands of words each day for people I barely know, so it's nice to have a little nook all for me where I can just let go.
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