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"Who are you?


What is this place?


When can I go home?


Where am I?


Why are you holding me down?


Get off of me.


I’m not your slave.


You don’t own me.


If anything I am a superior being too…


What?


Darkness?


Where’d the bag come from?


It’s over my head….


Damn!
The light is too bright…


Whoa.


Where am I?


Crystal waves?


Sand as white as snow…


Where am I?


Water on each side….


I’m not lost though.


Right?


Not in mind,


or in body,


or in soul.


But maybe you do own me


Maybe I am your slave


Maybe I am lost


In mind.


In body.


And in soul…"


-Axel Pride

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