Long ago on some forgotten sea of loneliness a little girl sat beneath the protection of her fortress bed knowing that if she could stay just out of sight the darkness would swallow her and all the troubles of her world would fade away. She would cry silently letting her tears tell the story of her woes to the soft mind of her favorite stuffed teddy bear. Now several years have past and the silhouette of this shivering figure shrouded in darkness has faded.
She is no longer chained to the black pit of her life. It has become a past that can be revisited through memories but it can no longer hurt.
She is free.
No longer can the cruel adults dictate her life for she is eighteen!!!!!!
Nena
1 comment:
Happy birthday, my love.
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