Living the life of a lady of leisure,
counting the seconds that pass while I’m free,
gleefully sipping the latte I cherish,
having a break while the world breaks with me.
In some respects, feels like I’ve gone into hiding;
some ways it seems this is my choice to flee;
word on the street is that little else matters
besides what I choose—and just now, I choose me.
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