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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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