Lived

It has come to a point where I feel guilty for doing the things I love

It becomes an exception,

But what has it come to, when people are so forced and pushed,

that it becomes a habit to work, to do heartless things

I refuse with every second of my day, to surrender to this doomed feeling

I feel like I live just a few hours a day,

the rest is being lived for me.

 

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