Freedom
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Complete Thu, Sep 14, 2017<5 mins
I was the one everyone left behind. Everyone was running while I was left at the starting line. I was lost.
But I made my own path. I ran toward my own sun and on my own two feet. I was no longer the one who was left behind, I became the one who left.
This is a short story that I just felt like writing.
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They say the world used to turn. They say that night would follow day in an endless dance. They say that dawn rose, dusk fell, and we worshiped both sun and stars. That was a long time ago. The dance has died. The world has fallen still. We float through the heavens, one half always in light, one half always in shadow. Like the moth of our forests, one wing white and the other black, we are torn. My people are the fortunate. We live in daylight, blessed in the warmth of the sun. Yet across the line, the others lurk in eternal night, afraid... and alone in the dark. I was born in the light. I was sent into darkness. This is my story.
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