Me

by Natalie Reget   Feb 10, 2007


Writing, reading, learning.
Needing, breathing, yearning.
Holding onto my Independence
I am a warriors descendant
Studying my past,
Wishing it did last.
Now the present is haunted by our history.
Trying not to repeat those stories.
People die, memories fade away,
Only true love will ever stay.

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