Life
The life I abided to was never my own. I never kept to my enligtmnt, but yours. Yours alone counted. Yours alone mattered. Then one day I realized it. I could make my own rules, create my own existnce. I was scared to prosper at first, but when I did. . I soared! Now I am the controller and motivator (God the overseer and savior) of my strength, my awakening, my struggles, my lfe. The only life.
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