Hi, my name is Milo and i am a sexy erotic dancer and here is my epilogue .. 
"Despite how lifeless, downcast and miserable I felt, deep inside, I continued holding on to my sublime ideals as if precious life depended on it, as if they would be my one and only salvation, regardless of how remote the likelihood of them ever becoming dinkum. How possible was one to live without life's most basic of all needs; one's dreams to bolster one's spirit, vitalize and nourish one's soul and one's ideals to guide one through the perils of life? It would be like a plant deprave of food and water and in time it would pop it's clogs, I thought.
Although I was unable to express publicly and uninhibitedly my inner most thoughts and covet, for fear of critics, skeptics and cynics, however I was able to in my own world, where nobody would be able to control and interfere with how I should or should not think, what I should or should not do, or what was right or wrong, which could be subjective sometimes, anyway.
I was virtually like my own Queen in my own world. Suddenly, I again recalled how when I was a kid, I used to fantasize and how much time and energy and resources I used to dispense into just creating my own little seventh heaven and nobody even knew I had such a little haven hidden out somewhere so deep inside my heart. Suddenly, I felt like the depleted crestfallen look on my face broke into a heartfelt, innocent and childlike chuckle, and instantaneously, I felt as though I was nine years old again and that my soul had returned from exile! Immediately, I felt the desperate need to rekindle with the child in me again because the experience was truly therapeutically and that seemed like the only road leading to self-recovery and new self-discovery.
Eventually taking refuge back in my own world, I again tried seeking succor and assuagement in the things that I used to love but had long given up. Such involvement and participation were imperative as it was not only downright sanative, but also, salubrious, as well. I did not wish to remain enmeshed in antiquity forever for the days of yore had actually constricted and stifled me to a great degree, yet I kept finding myself back in the days gone by, repeatedly, or perhaps maybe, in the first place, I never even moved on at all, but left behind, as always. The miserable yesteryear just could not stop possessing me or just leaving me alone, as if deliberately holding me captive. I wanted so badly to break away from my enslavement; from all those unconstructive sentiment that the former times had given me.Like an incarcerated beast, I wanted so badly to strike back, to break free, to do a Skase, or whatever, just get the f**k out! Unequivocally, though as anxious and weary as I may be, I knew I still had to pick up the pieces and sort out my warped-up emotional baggage before I would be able and be ready to move on again. I wanted to conclude this episode as quickly as possible so as to go on to the next one, as such, that was all I wanted and needed -- a proper thorough closure."
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