A new year will atart
An old pattern may stop.
Something to look to with happines.
My new beginning will be beautiful,
I will be convinced of a new order.
A new consistancy will be brought to my life.
My piles of rubble will be swept away,
Gone, never to be seen again.
I will learn new things slowly,
Old habits will be broken.
The destruction of me will be over
And a renaissance will begin.

01/09/2003

Posted on 01/09/2003
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