For my first journal entry I have decided to give you a poem, one I wrote yesterday actualy, named "The Fading Memory." Enjoy.
I heard the blindman’s calling
From in my dreary dreams
He spoke a word or two and then
Was stopped, or so it seems
A call for help? A plea for peace?
Too faint, too late to tell
What was, what is, what will become
Is held away as
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