Bound in the shackles of fear...herein I find a reason to live

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(Dedicated to families of the lone warriors of war-zone regions who do not  return back to their homes and they are forced to live a life of distress and fear. Overcoming these, they still search for a small reason to bring vigor into their lives...to smile for the little happy moments life might offer)

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