I was once awake, but then I slowly went into hibernation and fell into a dreamworld where I never wanted to be awake again. Something just slowly blossoms inside of me, it took roots in my heart and stirred my soul. I think I can't never be the same again. Where there is hollow and empty spaces I'm there to fill it up. Where there are tears and broken dreams I'm there to rekindle a spark in theirs heart, but then I wish someone would do the same for me.
I was once a broken glass, which glue couldn't glue me back, but being shattered by the hands that made me, deformed me into this person I could no longer recognize. I was there watching myself transformed even though my mind couldn't perceive what was happening to me, my soul ached to know the supreme power of change. Yes, I was changed, but why have I lost my passion to live? Why do I roam around looking for something I have never had? Maybe the longing for unity made me this way. Storms can't be prevent, but there will always be a place or someone to give me shelter. I still have hope in humanity, and faith in God, maybe that's enough to restore my passion in life again?
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