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I asked him, "When will I be set free?" He grinned, "Very soon." After years of 'very soon', I stopped asking. It was then that he broke my silence, "Will you not ask when will this be over?" I chuckled, I am now wiser. "How can I ever escape from my demons?"
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Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 5:54 AM UTC
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I asked him, "When will I be set free?" He grinned, "Very soon." After years of 'very soon', I stopped asking. It was then that he broke my silence, "Will you not ask when will this be over?" I chuckled, I am now wiser. "How can I ever escape from my demons?"
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Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 5:54 AM UTC
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