Freedom Howl

Barely stepping beyond the limit of my vegetative zone, is where the true sweatness of life dances. It is a heartbeat of mystical uncertainty where my fellow fear undresses my dead insignificance. The cage opens. The wolves run free. Glorious. Awake. Free.

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