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I stretch out my arms to the sky as far as they can reach. Then I bring them back as if I'm holding something precious close to my heart. My heart is free. The joy is flooding. It's my E.O.S. The sentence is over. I'm tired of that old state I was in. The inmates holler as I walk past. They've grown accustom to their lives. Lives of hatred, pride and destruction. If only they had patience to be free like me. "Remember, It's never to late for your end too. It can come any day." The gate hides what awaits me on the other side.The door opens. The sun already shines brighter. The breeze blows my hair in every direction. Energy covers me. Adrenaline stored up in my soul can now pour out on the world. I'm not running because I'm soaking up the moment. My fallings had kept me locked up for an extensive period. Putting chains on me that really deserved to be there. I never really have payed my full due. Mercy brought the end to my sad state. Releasing the sinner from hell fire. I feel like the flames have come close enough to singe my skin. I stayed in the heat in the past because it felt good? I won't go back. This feels like God is walking beside me.