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.
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.
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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