"She makes me feel so ugly, inside and out."
The back of my neck is on fire and I struggle through tears to see the screen in front of me. Once again, my superior has succeeded in cutting me down. The eternal struggle of youth: fighting for your right to be seen as equal only to eventually become the enemy yourself. I hope my life ends before I become what holds me down.
A torch burns bright with ambition and slowly fades with each passing second. What once was born out of necessity is now an accessory we carry in our pockets.
Only in my dreams I can imagine a life without this kind of pain. I would be packing my things in the middle of the night and walk out the door. Cut my electric ties to New York and leave all the memories behind. No more friends from high school, no ex lovers to run into on the streets. None of what made me who a am would be invited to my new life.
I will be reborn.
Baptized by the pureness of nature, I would walk alongside the river and in my reflection would be who I was meant to be.
Freedom, incarnate.
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