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A prisoner. Bound by the shackles of opinion. Hope lies behind the bars. Time seems to slow down. In due time, they say, you will be free. A puppet. Harnessed by the strings of the public. Each step is premeditated by his master. Will the strings ever be released? In due time, they say, you will be free. A spider. Entangled in a web of burden. Spun into the despair that he alone created. Allowing expectations to ultimately destroy his fate. Undo what has been done! Time is past due. Be free.
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Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 11:21 PM UTC
Renegade
A prisoner. Bound by the shackles of opinion. Hope lies behind the bars. Time seems to slow down. In due time, they say, you will be free. A puppet. Harnessed by the strings of the public. Each step is premeditated by his master. Will the strings ever be released? In due time, they say, you will be free. A spider. Entangled in a web of burden. Spun into the despair that he alone created. Allowing expectations to ultimately destroy his fate. Undo what has been done! Time is past due. Be free.
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Oct 28, 2013
Oct 28, 2013 at 11:21 PM UTC
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