Prologue

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The world seems to be in a standstill.

              There is no wind

              The sun has lost it's glory

              The sky in its dull reign.

...or is it just me?

              Me in my created world...

              Ah..my own created world

              My safe,my heaven,my weakness...

I have drowned in it

Feasting on its shallow cures

It took my reality

It has corrupted me.

I am crawling,

       Lost beneath the depths of my inner being

               Where is my comfort?

               Where is my strength?

               Where is my beauty?

Silence...

I am empty,

              Where is my smile?

              Where is my voice?

              Where is my laughter?

Silence...

I need to have my colors, my brilliance.

Like a butterfly coming out from its cocoon.

I need to find myself

Like a person worthy of humanity.

I need to be free.

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