The Line Between Cleavage To Sleeveless defames more, presently. Don’t you all feel trapped? Inside this fascinating counterfeit world bounded by restrictions. Unable to perform the things that make conscious sense to your existence. Something like “not allowed” feeling hopeless. Some days like barely willing to get out of bed as if there are lumps all over there. Everything seems perfect. And the future seems certain yet uncertain for the ambitious soul who wants to write every page as the paradigm. She feels trapped-drained surrounded by lethargic stereotypes. The term insomnia is an excuse to all those who aimlessly ignored the voice, that gets place under the blank and silent…