Freedom
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Ongoing23m
Last published Sat, Mar 17, 2012
I am, and always have been, a prisoner. I was kept silent by whips and chains, taken away from society, but I was changed. I was a good prisoner at one time. Always did what the guards told me. Never thought for myself, but instead listened vigilantly to every order I was given, and followed without question. I was not only a prisoner, but a slave. This is my story. The story of how HE changed my life. The story of how HE freed me. My reason why.
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