Its been almost ten years. They say it has always been this, this... convoluted; this messy. Yet they survive. How is it possible?
I had wanted out barely two months after I got in. Yet I was convinced that I can develop, that I can grow and keep up. I stayed.
But I didn't grow up. For six months I didn't grow up. Why?
All these dreams. All the thick idealism.
(I thought I belonged here)
I want out.
How do I get out?
(and whom do I offer to the sacrificial altar?)
(in my place...)
Editor's note: This is a work of fiction. Any similarites to any persons or organisations present, past or future is purely artistic and coincidental.
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