Oh freedom, how much I yearn for your embrace to keep me sane. That small trickle of wind coming in, keeps me strong reminding me to stay sane and survive this shit.
I will get out, someday.
Which day?
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Fanfiction{Part 3, Ethereal Deaths} Pills. Cells. Hello. World. Freedom. Music. Her. Goodbye. [Also on: Asianfanfics (blackfantasies_) Ao3 (illusionary_dreams)]
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