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Sep 2018
As a prisoner of betrayal I still feel the chains around my feet.

Trying so hard to break free.

I need to heal the deep marks in my skin.

I have the man with the key by my side.

He's trying so hard, but the locks are rusty from years in captivity.

Will the locks or the key break first? I wonder.
Haruharu
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Haruharu  29/F/Sweden
(29/F/Sweden)   
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