------------------------------------------------ as if I had not known it, I would see my sun again; but it shown as if by protest, with a lonly summer’s rain. I peeked between my fingers, so I might not hurt my eyes; but clouds were all that lingered, up against the solemn rise. how does one begin to feel as if the world were new; when light that would befriend this field, is but obstructed view? the life that I had hoped to live, passed long into the night; and left behind for me as gift... a freedom far from sight. ------------------------------------------------Birth sign: Not entered
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