I got the wounds, I felt the pain, there comes a season when tears drain. Time is the witness, for everything that I have lost, be it my dignity or the emotions that have frost. The darkness of night isn’t what I fear, the screams of my innate are loud and clear.

The Soul said to drink the cup of intoxication, I didn’t. The soul said to be the part of earthly pleasures, I didn’t. The soul said to be free from the social bonds and open up for everything I wanted, yet I didn’t. Ultimately, the soul made it endeavors to flee off the physical realm unleashing the surly bonds it was ever in.

The way of living is materialized by the society we dwell, the boundary is made for the living and not for the dead. The body succumbed and the soul left to start its journey again but the new life form it entered was juvenile, not conscious of what happened back then. The story of the unconscious soul continued again until and unless it didn’t toss the state of an Intimidate to vanquish this chain.

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