Out here in the fields
I fight for my meals
I get my back into my living
I don't need to fight
To prove I'm right
I don't need to be forgiven
My fate is giving me a choice - to work and keep on suffering from forcing myself into being a person I am not or to quit and be my real self, but live without basic means of survival. It's a choice between killing my real self to create place for another, artificial person - the one I have to be when working. I can't stand the thought of sacrificing myself just to keep on living. I would prefer to die as myself than go on as somebody else. On the other hand I may not find another job...
If I choose work instead of saving my identity, please stop me.
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