i remember what it was like to live in chains, even tho it was a long time ago. invisible chains cut into your soul the way cold steel cuts the flesh....which only happens when you start to stir. if you stay very still you can learn to live in chains with a certain acceptance of your fate.
sometimes i would rattle the chains enough to be released for a spell, but the chains were always waiting.
i suppose there are still some chains on my spirit, that i've put there myself...
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