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Now I have to break off my chains.

Those that once gave me wings

To fly

Into undiscovered skies

Those that once opened for me gates

To linger

On untroden roads

Those that once showed me how

To float

On secret oceans.

Now I have to kill the memory

Of the only beat that revived my heart

Of the only touch that warmed my hand

Of the only breath that filled my chest

Now I have to buy my freedom

For such a dear price

Now I have to sacrifice

Life and Hope

To crawl forever

Under the unbearable weight

Of a burdening freedom.

Now I have to learn how to live

Without breathing.

Now I’m breaking off my chains.