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| The wheels keep turning.... and the memories appear. Memories that have been buried- Forgotten within my soul. Yet here they are once again.... Taunting reminders of the past. The color of pain as crimson as the setting of the sun. I fight against those feelings- despair, sadness, lonliness.... I reach my hand towards the heavens- Seeking the solace and peace so often talked about. This is the world I know- It is the secret world that only Others like myself can understand. Childhood memories of a life filled with despair and darkness. Yet, before me is the light of Hope- Within that light lies my Destiny. Amada Gonzalez Copyright 2002 |
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