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It has been years since I wrote anything at any, although people do contact mewriting odd pieces of music. But this time I am writing ab protrude my noncurrent, the pastthat seems so far away and forgotten. I do it that this account is hardly goingto interest anyone, and 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 probably never existed. And that is the belief of ignorance.They pity me, speak sympathetically and harken to me the gibbering most 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. nighttime after night, I sit ruminating about my long-forgotten past. And flashesof it just appear out of nowhere. A new-fangled cheerful, little girl with red hair,playing in an overgrown garden with her friends and looming against the sky washer very own castle. It wasnt practically but at least it was hers. So innocent shelooked, having no clue of what her succeeding(a) might hold. She lived happily withher parents and playing with her headless dolls, while occasionally auditory senseadmiringly to her mother playing her tiara. How she longed to play just likeher mother. And she belatedly learned to play it. She had dreams all right, nonabout the tiara, but all told different from it. Dreams just like a girl ofher own term would have. Dreams of her Prince Charming sweeping her off her feetand taking her away to Paradise...to the land of utter(a) happiness and livehappily ever after.After years of patiently waiting, he finally entered her life. And a PrinceCharming he was- with dark track down 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 ready to go to the darkestcorner of the world just for him. After a short love affair the young couplemarried. But what the young wife found out after the marriage struck her muchharder than a lightning bolt. It was like an explosion. He was a drunkardAnd she couldnt do anything about it. She was shattered and was like a brokensoul. All her dreams she had of their happy upcoming together seemed so far away.