writing Gift of life

[The Stranger 812]

This Soliloquy is just my inner thoughts, no explanation needed.

 

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      I was born with the gift of life. As the tick of time began within me my mission began as well. My journey to discover who I am. The passage of time has aged me to 21 years and I’ve yet to discover who I am. I search high and low everyday. I ponder the depths of my mind and emit my thoughts outward to god so he may hear my progress. I feel lost. Each day a new mask is created and discarded, a new personality developed then disposed of to the wind, a new hope developed then recycled. Will I ever discover who I am? Will I ever touch the face of my focus? I feel doubt but even so I will never lose myself to sorrow and loss. No matter how many masks I try on no matter how many roles I play or costumes I acquire one thing is for sure. I will always be the same inside. My Soul will shine bright within the darkness emitting hope and love for others and myself. I will not die lost. I will not die confused and defeated. Watch over me God, save me from myself.