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Pages taken from the diary of Delilah Sheparfield, Every third thursday my family would head down to the riverbed My sister shirley would joke as we sat down to our dinner sets, The pound cake was astounding, with subtle hints of cinnamon, Father & Mother would hover above us... I loved to watch him take puffs from his cigarette. We'd gather around, watching sailboats glide, like they were high in clouds And listen to the piper playing loud enough to silence the crowds But those are memories now, and it feels like its been an eternity I've learned to look past all the hurt in me & how to grow through maturity I've held onto these emotions and now only hope to look past em It's how i cope with the madness that I know is concerning me. These growing insecurites came from years of being alone I can still remember the fear, family & peers retreating in droves I remember the soldiers grabbing me, my mother screaming leave her alone That's when my perfect little world became my nightmare at home I remember the flashes, the troops storming our soil, setting up camps the sound of the mortars, the turmoil, and my unsteady hands Every morning officers came & would kick in our doors abrubtly They would threaten to fuck me, kill me,... sometimes even worse Here i'd like to mention depression's a killer & there's no cure for it's curse I became a prisoner of war abducted and stuck in my own country prayers were sung into the heavens above me, as I cried out Seven years releasing these tears until my eyes had dried out.. nothin to lie about, for days I laid there contemplating suicide Battled with myself, "who has the stronger will.. you or I?" They were all just stupid lies, designed to comfort my soul Which triggered my hunger to survive and grow old... In the end of it all, I could hear rejoicing through the prison windows As the crowds reluctant cheers appeared to suddely crescendo. Was it a win though? This time would my mind be set to ease? Would the pain and the agony hidden inside finally cease?... I was released Wednesday, the night before thanksgiving came I stood that night on a once familiar river bank,... taking a moment of silence for all the victims slain R.I.P. http://netcees.co/showthread.php?t=23377 http://netcees.co/showthread.php?t=23375 http://netcees.co/showthread.php?t=23379 http://netcees.co/showthread.php?t=23376 http://netcees.co/showthread.php?t=23372 http://netcees.co/showthread.php?t=23380 http://netcees.co/showthread.php?t=23373
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