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In my past life I was a prisoner kept in a glass cage. I didnt even realise the walls were there until they cracked revealling those who held me there not to be my protectors as I first assumed but my captors. I left the cage and died in attempt to cross over a river of lava. Some say my past life might have been pompei but I think it may be as old as when the temple mount in jerusalem was being formed from the molten rock at the core of the earth. It was definitely a time before religions.
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