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Returning
I was once in a place were Orcs and Goblins lurk. A place of suffering and so much pain. Orcs and Goblins whom made me suffer, Are those ones I hated so much badly. To be free someday is what I’ve wished for. To be free to wander the outside I wanted. I struggled I fought the chains around me. Imagining that someday I will be freed. The fate decides of what will happen. To my surprised I’m free at last so much free. Free at last to wander outside like a hungry Boar. But being free is to suffer much more pain inside. I returned to the place where once I hated. The place of ferocious ugly and wretched beasts. This is the place for me a place were I belong, Whom I hated in past but liked so much in present.
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