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May 2010
I've traveled the road less frequented by some.
Looked into the dark eyes of the evil one.
Danced in the pale moonlight, almost stolen away.
Feeling less like myself with each bizzare passing day.
Searching for signs from the heavens above.
Looking out on crows swooping, no trace of the dove.
What perilous times were those of the past.
Praying for change, hoping the turmoil won't last.
Seeing the world evolve right before my very eyes.
Still struggling between the truth, and the seeming oncoming demise.
Was it over, my rise and fall with such a short reign?

Haha silly fools, I have already been through this pain.
Burned with the acidity, and flames of your words.
No more prayers, hopes, and looking for birds.
I learned it before, so let me begin..
When the world is cold and bitter, you must find the warmth within.
No looking for things that just are not there.
Many run and hide in the face of despair.
But hold steadfast and tight, be honest and true.
And I swear soon enough, you will look in the mirror and once again see the beautiful you.
Christina Boshell
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