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Finally Free
I am finally free of the phenomenal vicelike grip of blind customs, of saluting ineffectual deities for numberless years. For too long I have let the dark abyss close around trapping me in its bewildering paths of irrational dogma. A little fairy, out of pity for my helpless fate brightened my sight and lo! I have grown invisible wings seeking to fly away from the realms of darkness of ingnorance to the immortal shores of truth, beauty unending love.
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