"All gone, a mere thought that seemed to make up the likeness of an emotion is no longer to be found. There's no longer a slight sense of fighting that lingers. So what is left then? A hope that holds up he foundation of my heart. It feels as if I no longer fit into this mold that I was subjected to. There once was a part of me that wanted to blend in with my surroundings, but just as "That little Red Scarf" I long to live outside the walls of conformity and find myself unable to go back to what I once lived. Onwards. Greater things await."