And one day you woke up, surprised that the sheets around you no longer strangled you. Until that day, you felt that their weight carried your whole life.

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It had been a long time since you felt like this, alone, confused, free. You had woken up. You realized that enough was enough, no more living at their mercy. Time to pick up the reins you had dropped.

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You got up and when walked, limped. Clearly, you had lost the edge you once had. You couldn't even remember it was inside you, as you allowed others to do that walk for you. Losing yourself among all the steps we took.

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You looked in the mirror, did you even recognize yourself? I doubt it, you had let go of your essence completely. Only your body remained, empty, devoid of life. You had become a machine, operated according to the codes that had been programmed for you.

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The worst thing is that it wasn't their fault! Or at least, not all... You had left yourself behind, turned into a shadow, a projection of a being that was no longer part of you. Submitting to his control, moving only to stay by their side. When you least expected it, you settled in, you felt protected, there was no way of getting out. You knew no other way to exist. It was time to pick up everything you left behind, to become again.

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Why did you let all this happen? Were you afraid of being your own light?

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It was hard to remember what you had been before. Luckily, you left written notes on the way. Wrinkled and blurred by the pass of time, you picked them up. Used them as a guide but, how were you going to follow them if you were still limping?

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As you rebecome, you had to heal your wounds, so deep that they could separate continents, it was hard to figure out which earthquake had caused them. Sometimes these wounds would break out and you’d find yourself falling back into that same shadow of those who approached you again. You thought, ‘I’m never getting out of this loop’.

You began to heal, but there was a long way to go. You needed to strip yourself of all the chains you carried, your skin, your body, become a bright light, so strong that it’d cast no shadow upon.

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Who were you going to be now? The shield created around you was dense as lead, indestructible. Was it possible to make it explode from within? You thought it would protect you from those who hurt you, but that was just another fantasy. A fantasy created thinking this pain would never enter again...  Idiot you are, as what comes from the same home, comes with the same set of keys.