| When memory fades, just a little bit, what is the number of days I have left? Will it be ten or maybe one thousand, before that stealer sneaks into my mind, and plucks away what I have stored inside. Those countless days of memories so dear! Begone stealer; for not one day will you darken my sunshine or keep my future hostage to something that may diminish the quality of life I have right now. by Espero The Decdastich Topic: Unknown Numbers 1st Place Winner in Contest |