Once there was this bright eyed and imaginative little girl full of stories and energy that many could just not fathom for her young age. It would take many around her to occupy her attention and her exuberance, and often it was said she was too spoiled, too self-centered. Yet, in her beautiful and complicated mind, she knew not how to temper her insatiable thirst for understanding. Often lonely and isolated, she searched for answers in books. I dreamed a dream of compassion, love, heroism and acceptance. Life has killed all she dreamed. Ignorance of others would not rest until her own heart and mind shrunk from repeated attack. Only in the comfort of silence have the voices quieted and the taunts subsided. Few will ever truly understand the sacrifices made for the small tidbits of peace she finds hidden among the terror filled dreams. I dreamed a dream of compassion, love, heroism and acceptance. I dreamed of a God who would be forgiving. ...
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