A soul, in search of its destiny. A soul wandering through life.
A soul feeling lost and confused feeling like were always
being used, trying to hold on to those feelings in the
depths of our core, searching and searching for that
light that shines on our path, hoping it will shine once
more. Then disease steps in and throws are hearts
and minds way off track, no longer understanding this
ironic path, it seems now life will be cut short, what
happened to dreams,my golden path. Dear Destiny
I am sorry to disturb you, I believe this is not the way it was
supposed to be. Do you remeber me? I had dreams, I created a
seed, that is in spit and image of me, destiny, she needs me,
and I can't seem to put the pieces back! I am falling apart
as the hours pass, and the little image of me can't stop
asking why? I feel I am fading into nothingness,
and I don't want to be alone. Dear Destiny ,guide
this soul home, and care for my little image
There will never be one created just like her!

Michelle Valderrama

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