It started out as a feeling
Which then grew into a hope
Which then turned into a quiet thought
Which then turned into a quiet word

And then that word grew louder and louder
'Til it was a battle cry



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That evening, I was so hungry that I couldn't stand on my own feet. With these trembling feet, I tried to walk searching for something to eat. What a lucky day, I saw an old broken pipe that I thought would worth some cents. I picked it and imagining that i would get at least a small piece of bread. I just smelled the bread... Suddenly, a big group of guards ran after me and yelling "THIEF...THIEF". My trembling feet didn't allow me to move even just a foot. They drugged me to the jail... In this cold humid jail, I stayed for months, couldn't do anything. I was ignored, no trial, but the guards were always around. I thought, I should do something to get out of this jail.



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