Sometimes it feels peaceful here, but I can’t say I was expecting this kind of emotion. The ghosts of the past cling to my skin, making me have chills wherever their footprints wander. I can’t imagine what you might say if you could read my mind. Maybe one day I can rid myself of the cracked image of myself that you provided with your disapproving stares and cutting words. Nevertheless, I will never stop yearning for freedom. 


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