Beyond the Chains
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Last published Fri, Oct 15, 2021
Norms. Values. Principles. That's how society molds us to become what they want us to be. At the very least, that's how Marcux, the pawn, lived his life for decades. No chance of making decisions for himself. It's always been mandatory to let the wind of expectations and criticisms blow his life.
In contrast, the realist, Olivia, stood her way to get through life without the help of any but herself. No family, no friends to keep, no home to stay. In just a span of seconds, they took everything. That everything even includes a big part of her.
Will they ever choose to go beyond the chains of the past that keep on coaxing them down and live their own lives instead of existing for others?
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