Sunday, December 11, 2005 It was almost approaching dawn, she sits down thinking of all thats happened in the past week. The emotions conjured is one, unspeakable in any language. Its one encumbrance after another. She listens to a repertoire of melancholic tunes, each escalading her bitter emotions. The sadism that this picture paints somewhat acts as a catharsis and deep down, though she yearns for amelioration all she is left with is utter discombobulation. Her sighs depict athousand sorrows, her every move calculated, her free spirit, broken. Her shoulders are heavy, her food no longer taste as good, no drink quenches her thirst, no touch soothes her pain. She still stands strong holding on firmly to a faith she believes in, taking pride in her quandaries, accepting life's wraths being thrown at her.
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