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Chains
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Ongoing, First published Jun 02, 2016
I stood there feeling the wind wipe away my tears. I stare at the stony shape in front of me. Who said that life is fair who said that if you loved life it might give you what you want. These were all Lies some bullshit i can never understand. i wonder why can't i have a happy ending, maybe that wasn't my true end. My heart was aching, my eyes were sore, my breath was fastening, my mind was drifting taking a fast look at how it all started and how it all ended. It's like the pain that torture you and killing you slowly step by step never giving you the chance to die and end all of this. Death would be way better than this kind of pain. A tiny hand held mines relaxing me a bit. i looked down at the blue ocean eyes i have always loved. i gave out a small smile trying to convince myself that everything might be all right. Even if the chains were too strong i was tied up with way more stronger than the iron chains! The physical pain is bearable but my own pain must have and end i could never bear any more of it. i will break the chains down. I have to carry out this i have to take the risks i have to fight i have to win my own battle !
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