It's like soaring, free, like some creature of another land.
It's like feeling the icy pain of broken glass crushed in your bare hand.
It's like being able to take everything in, in just one quick breath,
It's like being surrounded by a cold black death.
It's like true freedom, an all eluding, all consuming rampage,
It's like being a tiny spirit trapped, locked, forgotten and rotten in a cage.
It's all or nothing but not without the other.
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