Just when you think losing your freedom and doing all the meaningless stuffs were bad enough, you begin to realise that even when you stepped into the outside world where you longed for for the past 5 days, it was not what you imagined it to be.
You planned all the things you wanna do, only to see them crushed. You are not happy beginning from your hairline to toenails, but you donned a painted facade.
You are not spared from the misery even in your dreams.
Why am I still holding on?
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