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Post by Tokrochiru on Nov 17, 2011 0:17:46 GMT -5
What is progress without passion?
What is love without freedom?
I know who you are. You are the man who has been beaten into submission. You are the woman who has been chained to the wall. You are the child who has been starved of the one thing that makes life worth living.
Freedom.
These metal bars are rusting. After years of trapping those wrongfully accused and chastised for their beliefs, they are finally starting to fall apart.
After living your entire life in a cell, you are so close to seeing the sky. But I can't break these bars unless you help me. Alone, I'm not strong enough. But together, we can finally break free of our bonds, and feel that sunlight on our pale faces.
Many will die and suffer along the way, but they will die knowing that they knew how the fresh, morning air smelled. They will die, knowing that nothing in this universe can stop them from living their lives free. Free from the grasp of tyrants who can't see that their desires are theirs alone. Free from those who can't stand to see us live our own lives.
The bars are almost broken.
Our lives are so close to being our own.
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