I'm suffocating. I look at my office window and I see the big world out there, yet I am here, unable to move and soar like how I want to. Everyone around me makes me believe that staying is the only option that I have at the moment, but all that I know is that I'm dying every second that I stay. Every waking moment is a struggle. Every thought of going here is torture. I want to go. I want to be free again. I want to re-evaluate my life and check how I have come to this state. I remember my vow last year, that I would never let anyone stump on who I am and what I want to be. Now, that vow seemed to have been made in another age. And it seemed too long ago.
But now that my limit is almost at hand, that tiny seed of dissension grows each day. That vow is coming back. I am leaving. I have to. There is no place for me here and this place have no room in heart anymore.
I am going.
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