A chain followed me throughout the voyage, I knew it was
chain costumed in a glittery, winy fakeness, I never let it swallow inside of
me. It left then emerged, it told me it was sorry and it had changed. I resisted,
it twisted and I was chained in no time. When I followed, I got to know how it
sorrowed, everything around it. I was chained, every single struggle was in vain.
Then I found one axe, emerging within my chest. I broke the chain and all of
that faking craze. I was in peace, got away from it and was in ease.
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