i think i should...
i think i have to...
i think it'll be the right thing to...
to be one's self as one likes.
how sad it is when that right is denied.
it's like having to stand when i want to sit down.
it's like sighing at my perfectly clean book when i want a piece of paper to fall out of it.
it's like not hearing what i want to hear.
worse still, it's like hearing something i don't ever want to hear.
it makes me want to look away.
look away and just be sombre.
sad.
solemn.
but that's not who i am either, is it?
to be one's self as one likes.
ah.
the pain it instills when that right is denied.
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