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~The me I left behind~
- I led my life
- with all my questions answered.
- Through every trial,tribulation and strife,
- the way was clearly lighted.
- But now I walk a darkened pathway,
- with but a candle in the wind.
- To comfort and assure me of the way
- from all that has been.
- I find myself searching
- for the me I left behind.
- Frantically struggling and reaching
- to find out who I am.
- Away with silent tears of pain.
- For from the blighted death, I became alive.
- Reaching for rainbows and feeling the rain,
- Admiring sunsets for the first time.
- I feel young and free
- excited by unsurity.
- I find myself liking the me
- that will never again be left behind.
written by,
Rain Silverhawk
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