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Post by MysaidesCaldier on Jan 11, 2004 10:54:03 GMT
I am what is left of my families hope for freedom from the past. Where am I going it is so dark and cold but I must face it all. Less I become as those I fight against. All will see what they want regardless of truth or fact. All will judge according to the truth their eyes see. In the end the same riddle that perplexed all my family falls upon me. Am I what I believe I am or what my countrymen bestow on me according to their judgement. Can I be the person I feel I am when all who know me call me twisted and distorted? I cannot question the values and teachings of my people. I swore an oath never to doubt what I have been instructed in. My path is shown to me and I walk it with my head bowed in prayer and my face covered in midnight.
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Post by maylstryx on Jan 11, 2004 20:05:46 GMT
There was once a bowl of soup from Nantucket. It delivered papers and sang funny songs.
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