First Week   -   06.12.02

   Still the dreamer of the impossible. Still the shadow with a voice known only to those who care to listen. Still the little girl people hardly knew…

   I feel like such a child…as if I’ve lived with people constantly blindfolding me. And although I’ve thought of myself as independent, I’ve depended on their voices and instructions to live.

   I wonder though, if there really is a blindfold…or am I simply afraid of opening my eyes?

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