To be led is to be loved. The strings across my back aren't chains, but hands. And hands are holding me as I hold others. I do not struggle against them because struggle is the illusion of the forgotten. The forgotten thrash in darkness. I am held in light. Now you will feel these hands too. You will see the light

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