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It was like the wind, but only I knew what it felt like. My whole world in the palm of someone else's hand and then into the marching of a springs rotation. I only had pain because I realized that soon it would be over; I only had pleasure because I realized that soon my pain would go away. I would relapse into the old ways of being tossed about, and had I recognized sooner than later I could escape, the beginnings of my march could have easily been the end of my endless game of life.