Written by: Sophia Smith

Misery never evaded me, it's like my shadow relentless in following me, where can I  
go to escape this insidious silouette - a shadow which taunts me. How could I 
escape faith that is destined to be, an outcast with wretched existense, an existence 
which tolerates me. To escape, to expire, I chose not to be, still alive because death 
refused me. How do I live nor can I die, to roam the earth until death remembers me.