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Spiritual incarceration. That's exactly what it feels like. My very soul is trapped inside the walls of confusion and pain and sadness. At a time when I should be elated, the fire I feel inside should burn bright and hot outside of me, I feel confined in my own cage of self-deprecation. Everything is taking off for me in huge ways, yet I feel this disturbing weight holding me back. I know my goal, but as with Tantalus, every time I reach for the fruit above, or the water below...I am denied.
Fuck.
Fuck.