“…Nah. These aren’t my shoes.”

Sometimes, when everything slows down and you’re not rushing to submit an assignment or rushing to meet a client's deadline. When you’re not caught up in your feelings about certain people and worrying about what the future holds for you. When everything just crawls to a stop and you’re finally alone, do you ever feel like you’re living a life that doesn’t belong to you? A life carved out for someone else and shoved on to you to live out for someone else’s amusement. Sometimes, I feel like these shoes I walk in aren’t mine. But still, I walk in them because what choice do I have

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