I hate my job.
Loss of freedom is not what i mourn, since i earn the freedom in terms of wealth. The loss of being a complete person is what i grief.
The abyss of hatred hidden under the sweet mask, and the feeling of superiority embedded in silence. Those composed my daily life, and i cannot stop despising myself for being such a hypocrite.
To hypnotize oneself is always easy, to wake up is not.
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