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My mother created me on a beautiful day in the middle of spring of 1984. April 20th to be exact. I was brought to light the 3rd Sunday of 1985. In 207 days I’ll be 36 years of age. I’ve woken up and fallen asleep roughly 12,942 times.
There's an intangible outside force that consumes me. It's dark, fierce, and rugged. I become enveloped by it, wrapped in its jaws, as I aimlessly fall into its deep, boundless abyss.
They say you're nothing special. The ache in your bones says they're wrong.
I dreamed a dream of a little girl in a yellow dress She was dancing with the white roses Her feet running gaily Her arms twirling as if she was a ballerina She turned to smile at me….
There was once a time of sorrow. She had a lot of fears. Life was hell, and a constant reminder of the cause of her tears. Nights were particularly bad, the darkness surrounded,
I meet a man today. I have known him before. Maybe it was in a past life. He was a simple man of simple means yet he knew of the world. He knew about its wonders and its horrors.