Two years and three more months.
As I unscrew the lid to my relatively untouched savings, and dig for coins, counting the tens and the twenties ever so carefully, I tell myself to think of then. And as I walk pass the keys, ignoring their sweet calls that echoe in my mind, I remind myself to think of the day I'll walk out of here free.
Free. Free as a bird.
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