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The leaves whisper in the wind as the tears rain down on my face.
The longing for the sea grew as the smell of salt embodied an aura of desperation.
A wish, a dream, a longing for freedom.
However, the chains held my invisible hostage as the silent clack and clink bordered between my mortal skin;
and what was holding me back.


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