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My life

Is a turnstile 

People come and people go

I watch them passing by. 

-Enter ger.

What are you all about? He said.

I am about freedom, like you can't imagine. I said. 

Who are we? They said.

The voices coming from the other realm. I said. 

-I picked some food out of my teeth and ate it.

Where are we taking you? They said.

To beyond, I hope. I said. 

Okay then. They said. 

-I blew my nose and cried.

What's wrong? He said.

I don't remember. I cried. 

-but he was too far away. I was alone.

You are not alone. They saiod. 

Because of the dog? I said.

Because of ourselves. They said. 

-then I knew the fight for freedom was over. I had won. 

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