The sound of the rain is like heaven. My bare feet on muddy soil, as I run. My liberation from that hell after so long. Is this joy? Or just relief? I can't tell anymore. I don't know anything about where I am or what year it is, the only thought in my mind is the fact I am free. That facility....no, facility is sugarcoating it but either way the only thing that matters is that I am running outside, far away from that place.
On this cold, rainy night the joy of liberation is intoxicating. Little did I know, this lonely night would be the beginning of the despairing journey that awaits me.
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