I trudge the path of my unwillingly repressed memory, I want to believe through the dust I was walking on..cried for me. I walk towards the vine..I am afraid but this is my home. My head is a river of unread lines that flood my gates of sanity. I need to know. I walk up to the light. They call him the one. I cry oh thou why did you plague me with this horrible reign. I cant fatham why I was put up to this test. I am young and unwise. I want to be set free. I block it down..down..down..I push it so far, I begin to get sick. I have to remember what the chose one did to me, but I cant. Do I dare live with this horrible hatered and wonder..or except my fate