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The night wind whispers...

The night wind whipsers to me, calling out my name. Beckoning me to enter a world of false illusion and mayhem. The world surrounds me, swallows me into it's realm and takes control. I am lost yet again in another place and time, and no one can help me..out of this nightmare of terror! I am alone true, and no friends do I have, only my words are comfort, to me now... and the best friend I have. There is no peace, solace, but knowing my words are the only peace, I have at times. Where shall I go, whom to trust in. What do I do, to make myself happy once again like I was long ago, in a yesteryear, now..gone past. I will one day, at last be out of my shell, and will find what I need and desire. For now, my soul is in bitter tormoil and pain and maybe someday I will find my shadow, and we will be as one, together in harmony and tranquility. The end...

by Melanie Miller

 Posted by: Melanie Miller

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