sometimes the loneliness, the discomfort of unsafety, the lack of feeling you're having a place to call "home" triggers your imagination receptors to form a familiarity with some place and some world you never been to .. no wonder the drowning sees all his hopes and dreams visualized in a helpless straw ..
the past is a gaping hole .. it has its own ways of sneaking its way inside of you .. sometimes your only hope out .. is to cut all ties with it .. to slash its head out of its form once and for all .. this might not be the answer to every agony .. but living on the dream of being free out of the chains one day .. fighting for the hope that perhaps someday you might be back to the person you were before all this happened .. i think its worth a trial ... no matter what the price ... no matter the skin that will be forced off in the process of evading the manacles ..
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