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DARK AND QUITENESS SURROUND ME OFTEN
WHEN I LET MYSELF DRIFT INTO THE SURREAL
WORLD THAT I CAN FIND MY ESCAPE IN.
SOMETIMES I WISH TO JUST LET MYSELF FEEL
LIKE LADY MACBETH WITH CRAZED AMBITION
OR VIOLA WITH IDENTITIES TORN.
PERHAPS A WEYARD SISTER OR APPARITION,
OR GONERIL, VENGFUL AND FORLORN.
MY HEAD SPINS WITH THE POSSIBILITIES
OF CREATING A LIFE THAT'S NOT MY OWN.
FINDING MYSELF IN OTHER INDENTITIES,
CREATING A WORLD, CREATING A HOME.
A MAN ONCE SAID THAT "ALL THE WORLD'S A STAGE"
FOR EVERY HEART, EVERY SOUL, AND EVERY AGE.
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