A soul's freedom
Nothing more but a soul craving freedom, Finding utmost joy seeing the lifeless body she'd possessed, And finally a crack on her face, Was that a smile? Walking through the gracious hall of disbelief Leaving her body farther She never felt happier The blinding light,she sees it,runs towards it,embraces it. It consumes her with overwhelming satisfaction. At last she did it. SHE DIED.
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