"Memories are just word to you.
Plain as the paper on which your life story is written.
You are a mere character.
Just a figment of someone's imagination.
Your origin lies in the black ink of a leaking pen.
Without it, you are merely parchment.
Your life serves no purpose,
but to be read by thousands of people,
none with the help you seek for your escape.
Foolish shadow,
You will never be heard."
Amy Bohon, Pointless Hope, Worthless Dream
~1/21/09
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