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"I tossed from side to side, uncomfortable and wavering as to whether or not to get up. My eyes were foggy as I rolled out of bed in an unusually unpleasant way. Voices all around me were yelling, their sounds slicing through a disturbing clamor in the background. My eyes hadn't quite focused yet, my skin was clammy, and I could not stop shivering. I stumbled from bed and heard the loud clanging of metal against the ground. I fell down immediately and abruptly hit a hard, cold cement floor...The atmosphere was piercing, like a cold, empty shriek that coursed through my being...Nothing was as it appeared to be..."

Hope breathes through those who choose to be awakened...

"The skies, though smooth to the seer who dreams of them, have been like treacherously stormy waters as I've sought to live them out on land among men. The picture or impression of those skies cannot be understood without feeling them underneath your very own wings. I look up at the clear blue and become jealous, jealous for the life that is still very much alive within me, though kept by man's limited definition of freedom..."