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MemoriesI remember:
the days full of light and color;
the mornings full of energy and joy;
the fireworks of emotions;
the new world, inviting to be explored with all senses;
the world, that pretended to be without fault;
the world, that wanted to be nothing but happiness.
I felt protected in this world, and dreamed along.
And yet there was fear, because I was not perfect.
I remember:
how I went to explore this world, that seemed so fascinating;
how I went out with the belief in a perfect world;
how I believed only in the good in man;
how I blindly gave away my friendship, trust and love;
how I thought everybody may be as he is;
how I expected this world would welcome me.
I was curious and excited and I dreamed of the future.
And yet there was fear, because I was not perfect.
I remember:
how the world showed its rough and bitter self;
how I found myself shocked and helpless by its brutality;
how I was not what I was expected to be;
how lies, cunning and deceit were the reward for my trust;
how the world played according to rules I did not understand;
how I became victim, because I never learned to fight.
I felt lost in this world, and I dreamed myself into different worlds.
And there was nothing but fear, because I was not perfect.
I remember:
that I desperately sought recognition and love;
that I tried everything to be what I was supposed to be;
that the more I tried, the more I failed;
that I froze under the burden of expectation;
that the world enveloped me in a grey cloak of desperation;
that the colors faded, the odors stank and the emotions died.
I felt dead in this world and dreamed of dying.
And there was self-destructive fear, because I was not perfect.
I remember:
that I experienced, that I was not alone, that many are like me;
that there was a feeling again, an infinite rage against this world;
that there was a little hand in mine, leading me back to life;
that love and trust found their way back to me;
that I raved in the colors of a sunrise;
that I met myself, and recognized I am perfect, if I live as I am.
I felt, that this world can be better, and stopped dreaming.
And there was no more fear.
I remember - and I live!
{by Namara, adapted into English by Glance A'Lot}
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