Wounded( Under reconstruction)

Wounded( Under reconstruction)

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Last published Thu, Dec 19, 2013

What if your whole world was falling apart at the seams? And there is no way to stop it. It is your worst nightmare coming to life. All you know is that wounds take time to heal. Yet you never truly know how much that statement is true, until the one thing you love more than life itself is wounded.

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They say the world used to turn. They say that night would follow day in an endless dance. They say that dawn rose, dusk fell, and we worshiped both sun and stars. That was a long time ago. The dance has died. The world has fallen still. We float through the heavens, one half always in light, one half always in shadow. Like the moth of our forests, one wing white and the other black, we are torn. My people are the fortunate. We live in daylight, blessed in the warmth of the sun. Yet across the line, the others lurk in eternal night, afraid... and alone in the dark. I was born in the light. I was sent into darkness. This is my story.

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