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As I lay in the bed surrounded by metal bars I am crying. The staff say its going to be alright.
They do not understand I am feeling release and utter joy. At last I can leave this lovely enclosure my precious gift of a flesh body.
The tears are tears of at last going home.
I am only fearful of the metal barbs and instruments and the tubes with procedures which are holding me back and preventing my release.
Will someone please stamp my passport and let me through customs and immigration and I am pleading with them----PLEASE LET ME GO.
SHACK
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