But alas, there goes what I was, but what I am not-
In a constant struggle my spirit forced into a corner, using all devices to trap me in a place to where my soul is lost-
who am I, who was I, are questions that are only answered when I am sober, and not drunk off of a misty dream,
Who is this person that I see in front of me!.!.!.Www@QuestionHome@Com