Our bodies are prisons for our souls. Our skin and blood, the iron bars of confinement. But, fear not. All flesh decays. Death turns all to ash. And thus, death frees every soul.
the prison is only what we make of it, for within those iron bars are spaces for the soul to escape and be free, free long before death touches our sleeping heads
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ReplyDeletethe prison is only what we make of it, for within those iron bars are spaces for the soul to escape and be free, free long before death touches our sleeping heads
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