i feel trapped.
i feel like drawing, i feel like dancing, i feel like being myself;
but quite recently, all i've done was to comply.
no room to breathe. no room to stretch. no room to run.
i just want to run away from all of this and never come back.
to pick up my camera and never look back.
the world is my oyster, but i am nothing but the pearl that is trapped inside.
je veux échapper. je veux quitter la réalité. je veux la quitter, mais je n'ai pas le courage.
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