Imperfect Freedom

Freedom.

I used to believe in it. I used to think it existed.

Now I know that freedom is just the small amounts of time you think nothing is holding you back. Then you come crashing back to earth and realise the facts.

There is no such thing as freedom.

Aril told me this. Right after they took me back to the Complex.

The Complex. The dream crusher. The place I paid for the consequences of my 'freedom'.

I still had the memory. The memory of the pain. The scars that criss-cross across my back will fade. But the memory of seeing all my friends, all I had ever lived for, dead, that would stay with me. Until I died.

With my luck, that would be soon.

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Thanks guys for reading this. I personally hate author notes so I'll just make this one quick.
All I wanted to say was thanks for the support and overall just reading this book. 

I won't ask you to 'Vote if you liked!' because that is also another thing I hate, as well as author notes, but I would love it if you do like it you can mention so in the comments. This is my first serious book I've written, and most of you have probably already skipped this, but thanks anyway.

I'll exit with an 

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