| Sometimes I feel like a Gosth that wander sleepless and haunted truh the night.. With no feelings with no joy.. Just like a chelther to protcet me from thoose who dont care.. To protect from thoose slings and arrows off words that burn into my deep as bulets from a killers gun.. Then it�s a comfort to know that you have also felth this way..that you also heard the words.. that you also know...................... That somewhere out there in the dark is another just like me.. Another person with mermories so cold and hearthless that no joy in the world can swipe them away. Someday I�ll prove that they had wrong.. the power that lives within me shall bring me forward.. The power of never more beeing a victim never more shall thoose bullets hit me. After what they have done to me I shall rise like a phoenix and never more be defeted. copyrights 2001 Christine S Bylund |
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