Time - again - to face myself and answer repeatedly asked, but remaining unanswered, questions. It's just like I am placed in a big prison. I walk here and there, believing that I'm free, but then from time to time I bump into the walls, which reminds me of where I am.
Yes, this is my life, and that is my battle. I will pick up my weapons and fight a good fight. I'm good at bouncing back. And no matter how hard I am hit fallen on my face, I will always stand back up right. No sword is too sharp for me any more.
"Whoever treasures freedom has learned to fly".
I treasure freedom. And I'm learning to fly, step by step, day by day. And I believe someday I'll fly.
Life's good, isn't it?
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