For what seemed like years possibly so, he was stuck, in this cage... no, more like a dungeon.
How he yearned for freedom, yearned for his life to be truly his.
But here he was cold, chained, empty, and what felt like so much more...
He could touch it, but not quite grasp it.
He wanted freedom but was very aware that he could not have it.
Or could he?
Because he does not know that the very ones he fears, fear him all the same.
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