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Freedom

As the ink dried on the parchment, their blood, sweat and tears dripped into the cracked earth sealing the future of so many for years to come. Chained only in reality. It was in dreams they lived a life of freedom. Falling in and out of consciousness, the pain to hard to endure, they were everything they could imagine. All that was beautiful and sweet...they were.
soulrunher soulrunher 41-45, F Jan 15, 2013

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