The dark and twisted one finally became bright and shiny.
'You are free to go' a voice mellowed across the azure sky.
5 months, heck of a time. I tried breaking out, fighting it, waited, and learn to live with it.
This time, for real, the lock fell apart. I could finally breathe.
Alas, I'm bright and shiny.
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