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There once was a time that I told all sorts of stories

-I spoke them within lies and truths that fluttered around the gray world.

I spoke them to bring the stories to life;

But I never spoke them out of hatred or disgust

-My words are meant to bring things out of chaos and out of order.



I should have never been given the gift of stories.



There once was a time that I danced in the rain

-I moved so lovingly with water hitting my skin.

That I had not once realized that you were far away from me;

I never thought I'd ever manage to leave my dearest friend alone

Please forgive my twisted-ness for not paying attention.



I should have never been given the gift of movement.



There once was a time that I saw the morning sun rush over the fields and flow down the hills and letting the waves bloom with colors from the sky.

-The colors captivated me so much that I never once realized that you were unable to understand this beauty.

I thought that even if this magical feeling of color and grand awakening came once a year that I'd be forever grateful to loving it;

I never meant to rub in your old wounds.



I should have never been give the gift of sight.



There once lived a magical girl.

She was beautiful.

She took every moment to show her growing love.

However when ever she did something to help the people around her...

It turned out horribly wrong.

Each word she spoke to her mother was later giving the mother verbal abuse to damage her daughter for later years to come.

When the girl danced her siblings fallowed and later one of the youngest grew sick and passed away with a deadly cold.

Then when the girl was sent away to live with her grandparents, she spoke of the world her grandmother was no longer able to see. "Only gray.." the grandmother stated with a smile. After the moments of remembering the colorful world the next morning the grandmother died in sleep.



The girl is I, and I alone.

The movement of time is undying and unchanging.

Silent through what needs to be said and frozen from what needs to happen.

I will see everything that happens but I promise I will not speak of it in colors ever again.



Love, misery...



All are one and the same.



These sight, movement, speaking. These are our punishments and we use them for what we feel necessary.