A faint memory, spiraling through my mind. It's a ghostly significance, politely handing over sorrow and bliss. A delightful experience, a nightmare never ceasing.
Present:
Speaking in tongue that I do not understand. Saying things I do not mean. Perceived by a soul that is not my own. A million unknown answers to questions I'm terrified to know. Influenced by fright, shivering cold at the feel of my own lonely death. Killing me softly, clustered with doubts, claustrophobia exceeding.
Future:
A fine being, like no other. Survivor out of most, savior out of all, a new warmth of hope has taken place. Dreams not to have come true, goals met reality, a strength never discovered before. For a new life, love, family, has bore great fruit and plentiful. When then is now and later, discovery is a necessity.
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