My mother once told me that I was like a shooting star. Though now I know she was very wrong. Twas opposite I was. I was cursed to roam the lands and sea very truely empty. I sometimes wonder what it's like to be as free as the birds in the wide open sky. I'm not my self nor was I ever. Sometimes I wish I was the river. It goes with the flow through smooth and rigged till finally it's at the sea. It's joined with its family. I have to imagine that when I meet my goal and the end of my cursed journey that I will find peace with my family.
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The Little Girl
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