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My heart drops every time I get an email from my agent in NY telling me about a casting. A picture of the city, much like the picture above, flashes through my mind and I always get melancholy feelings. What should I do? I have family and friends here and a great job. I know maybe a couple of people up there and I definitely don't have a job up there. This is such a weird struggle for me.

You hold me without touch.

You keep me without chains.

I never wanted anything so much

than to drown in your love and not feel your reign.

You loved me 'cause I'm fragile.

When I thought that I was strong.

But you touch me for a little while and all my fragile strength is gone.

Set me free, leave me be. I don't want to fall another moment into your gravity.
Here I am and I stand so tall, just the way I'm supposed to be.
But you're on to me and all over me.