Whispering Wind TRUE STORY BIOGRAPHY
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Last published Sat, Nov 30, 2019
Everyday I wonder If I could have said something that would make my mum come back
I was around eight years old that night still trying to make an impression of the world
Still trying to be free
Little did I know that freedom wouldn't last long enough for me to enjoy it
After my mother left I blankly stared at the wall and imagined that a family picture was framed there instead all that was there was the oddly ugly dark brown wall that had just been painted moments ago
Later that ay I walked outside and watched the orange and yellowed leaves fall to the ground and be carried off by the wind
Along with my whisper
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