martes, 23 de diciembre de 2008

// After years .

After years of tears the chains are looking rusted.
After years of fears the rain is ceasing.
All her wounds corroded the iron that trapped her liberty.
Now it's a new challenge: 
the power of freedom, the terror to be...

How can you deny your fate 
if all the fantasies that nurtured your soul for so long 
could be more than that?

the.freakstar(c)written long ago//suitable today.

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