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July 26: My days of freedom are at an end... or did they every truly begin? I feel as if I have been pushed and prodded by all who know me, unable to be the person that I want to be. I feel as if everyone just wants me to let go of my precarious holds on life and fall into their abyss they created for me, the darkness enveloping my body until I am only a shadow, what they wish of me and no more. I feel like a child, held by the hand least I made some wrong step and ruin other's lives forever, or at least their social standings that is. I feel neglected and overpowered, I can feel by loneliness in an aching void in my chest and yet I can feel everyone's hot, sticky breath on the back of my clean neck, waiting for me to make a wrong move. Will I give them that satisfaction? *Loran*
