I’m dying. With every second, minute, hour, and day. Behind this reception desk for bullshit pay. I’m dying. To discover my voice, find my purpose, and see more of the world. Why would anyone assume that I’m living? When I have yet to feel alive? Copyright 2016, All Rights Reserved.
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Soprano Musings Abroad! 