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reeferchief

Dont you just love the way change makes your nerves stand on end, like a cold wind blowing raising hairs on your arms, your left unsure of how the future that had seemed certain just might now turn out, the dark that had become you, now a beacon shining bright, embracing a new future with a new hope instilled, in the vains as the blood courses, regenerated life springs tight, now breathing on your own again, after having your limbs restrained, capable of your own thought, freedom is a powerfull tool at your disposal, freedom is a choice some are never really given, where society restrains them and liberty is stripped, random and intangible take all the opportunitys that are there, dont let they're shackles bind you or break you with dispare, hope is never far from home and your spirit is yours till the end.