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the wrought iron chains of stigma, taboo, judgement, insecurities, inner turmoil, prejudice and discrimination- forged in the raging fires of hatred, born from the fear of the unknown and moulded in the likeliness of a blazing inferno shackles my limbs, chocks my meek voice, restricts my movement and cripples my feeble soul... 
                                 
                                 but 

i have the key. tell me you spawns of ignorance, do I seize that traitorous key and free myself from these heavy burdens that embed and encase my tender flesh, in spite of the backlash that would stab me? or do I let it consume my being and shatter the fragile vessel that contains it? tell me, before I fade out of this life; sink into the uncharted currents of this universe and fall into the beckoning abyss of oblivion. 

                for answer me flesh of man, 
           do we live to exist or exist to live?

                                | 伊娃 |