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| Long have I struggled, wrapped in chains, metal links that bind my heart, my body, my soul Bindings that bite, that tear and rend, as if to punish me for my escape attempts. And yet I have struggled have yearned to breathe without effort to feel without pain to think without thought And now, by some strange twist of fate some weakened weld, some rusted link has snapped and broken and the chains have fallen. I breathe, a deep full breath savoring the air that fills me air that is somehow different than before At last I'm free! the word seems alien, almost arcane filled with a power the mortal mind cannot imagine The world is mine, to explore, to sense, to experience countless new sensations awaiting my new existence And stepping free of my shattered chains, stepping forward into the world, I find myself pausing...... At the bars of my cell. |
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| Houston Blankenship | |||||||||||||||
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