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Nothing is ever easy, a few moments different , connected? Really old, not up to the standards of writing I hope to achieve in the future.

The encaptured hope

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by Galdre

by Galdre

I gulp , my throat feels sore. The metalchoker around my neck doesn't make it any easier.

Nor do the shackles around my wrists and ankles help me move forward.

My hair hangs in my face messily. I haven't been able to brush it in weeks.

The skin that I can see is dirty and partly swollen from the journeys requirements.

As I look up to the sky I can see a lonely bird flying towards the horizon the sky is clear as the sunburn down onto me.

When I stumble I fall into the orange sand once again.

They just drag me further towards the opposite direction of the bird.

Desperate my eyes follow the bird.

I am going to come back.

One day I am going to come back.

I promise.

I will free myself.

I know I can do it.

I will break these shackles of destiny!