Why is it so hard to release ourselves from our own shackles? If someone else put them on us we would fight to the bitter end, but our own we endure almost with enjoyment, of course we say we hate them and are always trying to get them off, but when left to our own we often fortify them and strengthen them.
Those rare times we loosen the shackles a bit, it feels like the world is fresh and new, the grass is fresher, the sunsets more vivid, the smells of the season almost overwhelming the senses, the feel of rain upon our face feels like the kiss of a long lost lover, the breeze filled with sweet nothings that you could never share with another.
Then why when the sun is finally set and the doors are closed do those shackles tighten up and a blanket of guilt and shame is wrapped up around us as if they were able to provide comfort and warmth.
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