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Alive as the wind.
Free as fire.
Soft as earth.
Strong as water.

Running from demons.
Fighting for my life.
Fleeing through the night.
Standing my ground.

Nothing can touch me in this moment.
This pure moment of living.
Then it ends.

They catch me.
Imprison me.
Chain me.

Walking yoked to my burden.
The world half unseen.
Step after step.
Moving without traveling.

Cold fire blows past me.
Burning rain soaks me.
Cut off from life.

Dying from within to without.
Slow then fast.
Till the End.

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