I awaken in a fog cloaked graveyard. I can't see much but shapes and outlines of headstones in front of me. I don't know how I got here I must have fallen into a deep sleep. I get up and make my way towards the headstones and what I see makes me fall to my knees. Each head stone is about me. The dates saying when I lost something important to the person I'm suppose to be. The one closes to me says courage the ones next to it say imagniation, creativity, trust, hope, and dreams...and the one farthest from me says love which has yet to be filled. Each are buried when something happened in my life to make me doubt they even truely existed. Now the last thing I hold dearly to me is love and the grave for it is already dug. What do I do to stop this? If I lose love the only thing left is my life and whats the point when everything that makes me me is lying in a shallow grave. Theirs a shovel near by and I go for it I can't give up now. The shovel is almost to heavy to move and has one single word etched into its handle...Life. I see now that I can get back all that i've lost but its going to take time. Life is going to make it a slow and most likely painful process...but I can do it. The fog begins to lift and I see the full moon shining down on me, and I lift the shovel and get to work on pulling my life back together.
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