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Enslaved....

Just in case, I remember why my heart beats up, I behold to a blaze , that is
 in me, calling for a haunt. All this time, I enforced the will power to profound my bourne. I still can't say that I am now aware to the fact that I never listen to my entrails. 
I have taken a wonderful turn, I can see my destination straight through the path I face. But, let alone I describe how the journey is, I am stuck at the inception trying to figure out this puzzle that would embark a redemption to this obstacle. 
I can't decide if I'm scared or I am burning in sense of time. All that is bothering me is that I am not able to find a relevancy to my estate. Gloomy days, Gloomy ways is all that I am facing. There is no control to my emotions or my actions. I have just remained a living being who survives each day. 

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