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It has been years since I wrote anything at all, although people do canvas me penning odd pieces of music. But this time I am writing nearly my past, the pastthat seems so far away and forgotten. I enjoy that this account is hardly goingto interest anyone, but I do need to share my feelings with someone, or in thiscase, with something. People see me as a berserk creature talking garrulouslyof her past that likely never existed. And that is the belief of ignorance.They pity me, speak sympathetically and listen to me the gibbering almost my pastand my feelings. But do they really want to know about my feelings? No theydont, but if they did I would never tell them.Night by and by night, I sit ruminating about my long-forgotten past. And flashesof it just appear out of nowhere. A young cheerful, little girl with red hair,playing in an transcend garden with her friends and looming against the sky washer very own castle. It wasnt much but at least it was hers. So innocent shelooked , having no clue of what her future faculty hold. She lived happily withher parents and playing with her headless dolls, while occasionally listeningadmiringly to her mother playing her tiara. How she longed to play just likeher mother. And she slowly well-read to play it. She had dreams all right, notabout the tiara, but completely polar from it. Dreams just like a girl ofher own age would have. Dreams of her Prince picturesque sweeping her off her feetand taking her away to Paradise...to the land of eternal pleasure and livehappily ever after.After years of patiently waiting, he finally entered her life. And a PrinceCharming he was- with dark lean features and as tall as a giant. She wasntsure whether or not he was her Prince, but what she was sure about was that sheloved him. Loved him with all her heart, and was clear to go to the darkestcorner of the world just for him. After a petty love affair the young couplemarried. But what the young wife found out after the marria ge struck her muchharder than a lightning bolt. It was like an explosion. He was a drunkardAnd she couldnt do anything about it. She was burst and was like a brokensoul. All her dreams she had of their happy future in concert seemed so far away.