Two hands reach out, calling my name, begging me to join them to fulfill a flourished life. My hands embrace their cold grasp, my arm hands meeting frozen touch as I am lifted from the confines from my bed. I observe my surroundings, my skin turns pale as I join the arms of my sweet iphigenia and the love of my life. Perhaps I do grow insane as I join the embrace of a life that seems so distant, something so saint-like as those above grant me my only desire. To have a family with what has been taken away from me being nothing short of a prayer. I take these cool hands within my grasps, as I allow thee to take me within their embrace and to take me home.
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Spirituale[[An old highschool English assignment]] A young family of 35, living in an era of the 1600's face a dreadful fate after their daughter of 8 years old, died. Iphigenia, having been ill of a mysterious disease with no cure, passed off as the flu, pas...
