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Dreams turn to nightmares and memories turn to huantings, dreams and memories are suppose to be happy things that brighten and make the days pleasing and pleasurable. But for what seems like eons, my entire life actually have been darkened like an eclipse of the brain. Like the bright warm light from the sun has been replaced with storm clouds and umbrellas blocking any chance for the light to make it to my mind. Yet through all of this I hold a small candle of flickering light that pushes me through the darkness and prays to see the bright light again. That candle is so small and gental and must be guarded like a precious treasure. I fear what would happen if that light were to be exstinguished how dark would it get with the absentence of light. Now with the small candle there is but long shadows for the and dark images everywhere but if I had no light where would I turn then...