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where dust lies, sterile grey mantle obscuring memories of dreams that never were to be... Still, a lingering presence haunts; vague, formless, yet strangely familiar, evading playfully my feeble attempts to know, hiding behind hollow mocking laughter, knowing things I know not, yet grope blindly for... Perhaps this dust lies a funereal pall, for I cannot perceive ancient vistages that lie buried; I cannot penetrate dark mysteries and the eldritch wraiths they embody... And yet, I perceive faint, subtle haunting forms in the numbing twilight pervading my being, wraiths evoking melancholy visions that flicker eerily in the dismal gloom, taunting, and unknown... Copyright ) T. GhostWolf Davidson. All rights reserved. like to be posted here, Mail me Add your name to others who have survived childhood abuseBreaking the Silence Comradery Read other's stories of abuse and gain courage from them.Breaking the Silence Supported you through your trials inThe Rock of Support for all to see in The Wall Hope for Recovery who's only crime is trying to stay alive inNeal and Jesse of courage, tenasity, and ability to break the cycle against all odds in the amazing site called Ghostwolf 1-800-96-ABUSE  |
