"...And in the rush of adrenaline and swirling endorphins, I feel perversely caged, because parents’ blessings to do Masters in Scriptwriting or not, the keys to my manacles are still somewhere in this maze that is my music course. Which probably heightens my conviction that the world is conspiring against me, it puts into my mouth the lemony taste of the life I longed to have then turns around and pours the bitter espresso of reality down my throat. Curse it. I can already feel its gluttony devouring my enthusiasm..."
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