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He's a stranger in the town he grew up in, Everyone that walks by him, see's him as nothing more than a peice of thin glass, They see his fears, his pains, his scars, even the hatred he has towards those who left him in the cold. Who is this ticking time-bomb who stands before them today? Where is the man they say once loved, cared, shared, forgave, even smiled when he couldn't hide the hurt he carried? Once open doors, now slammed shut and he's left outside always looking in. His cries for answers go unheard for days, months, even years. He shelters himself with solitude, only to find that time doesn't in fact heal all wounds. He hides in the shadows as the room in which he sits closes in like prison walls. Cowering in a corner, what does this man have to be afraid of ? Is there not a light that could break this darkness? He opens his eyes only for a moment to see a light at the end of the tunnel, Will he go to that light or continue the life of darkness? Pain and Hurt or Freedom race through his mind like a runaway train heading for a never-ending cliff. He stands up for once in his life and screams the words FREEDOM and darkness no more!