Everyone is born with a fresh start.
In a world that's being torn apart...

My life has rotated.
My life has been rated...

Through rain sleet or snow.
I just want you to know...

Somedays I don't know how to feel.
I can't tell if it's a dream or if it's real...

To the reader: These aren't unfinished thoughts...
A cold sun...

Memories of when I was a kid come alive.
And when they do a peice of me has died...

The nights cold.
But your not here...

Painful dreams.
Silent screams...

Metaphorically speaking...do don't think that...
Chapters 1-5 were a living hell...

Here alone I stand.
With nobody there to hold my open hand...

It rolls in with this wind.
Silent, graceful...

The person that I knew since I was a kid.
The person that I grew up with...