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To most people a home where you can find warmth and togetherness is nothing special, but to me it is a dream that is far away. Everywhere I go, people find happiness through my anguish. All I desire is a shoulder that I can lean on. Why is it so hard for me when all children can find one? What did I do to deserve burdening the sin of the world? I am a human not god. I have a desire of a decent life, yet it is drowned by the happiness of others. To others, I am a person whom existence is to be tormented. To me, my life is simply to exist and to be extinguished, yet I welcome people in the world of midnight as I slowly drown. I wish someday I will be free from this burden and find tranquility in my mind.
Diva Miller Smith
19-1-2011
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