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Lets contrast, you’re behind prison bars for life, with fear beating along, blood dripping hour by hour, men looking at you as a criminal not to the society but a criminal to life it self.

Or, you’re behind the moon and in front the warm sun, being hit by a cool breeze of freedom, being the one who zips in the refreshing drinks with nothing to fear but God.

Isn’t it life horror it self when there’s such a contrast?