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The place where i once dewelled, The place where my mother and father honey mooned, the place where i was created, the place where i now face hardships. the place now where i only see and visit graves of those i have lost. the place where i have dreamed many dreams. Now the place i will never see. Please people in Italy dream big dreams for me. Even though I am afraid of what those dreams might be. I know one day I have to face my destiny, But I am afraid of what I might become and what I might bring, upon myself. so i have to stay out of the rain, and thank mother earth that i have not become, insane.

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Date: 1/19/2013 10:37:00 PM
It's funny, before I went Europe, I had assumptions that any adventure that awaited me there would be some sort of stereotypical journey that my own life a character would have no bearing on. But no matter where you are, your perception characterizes the journey. So every experience is completely individual and unique to YOU. Italy. wow. You've written something beautiful. You've brought a new reality to a setting that wouldn't otherwise have expressed it. Thanks for sharing. :)
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