The dog growled behind me.
My life depended on my freedom. No chains were going to keep me locked up in this hell hole. I had to escape. This was my chance. My only chance.
I jumped the fence and ran.
My feet pounded the ground beneath me but I had only one goal. Freedom.
And freedom was back out east.
To think the way I want, act the way I want, be the person I want to be.
No more Big Brother watching me.
How often did I wear my dark sunglasses to hide what I truly think of the system because I knew my eyes would give me away?
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