Beneath all the calm, I feel numb. Whatever crumbs of hope I'd been scattering through the snows of my life, believing that some day I might be led back to my home,are being lost completly, and the rains come bringing with them a premature spring turning everything to cold, grey mush as I fall further into the hopelessness of my reality.
--------------------The was written by Antwone Fisher:
Amber says these words reflect her feelings
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