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Author: Goldenorientalelephant
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - Hurt/Comfort - Published: 04-30-08 - Updated: 04-30-08 - Complete - id:2511527

I'm all alone,

The world has died,

I'm cramped and cold,

Escape? I've tried,

It's dark and empty,

I have nothing to eat,

My clothes are worn,

And i've got bare feet,

I lie in this prison,

Trying not to think,

Of my family and friends,

Or I get tears when I blink,

The memories of me,

Fom the people I love fade,

I fear that it's here,

My bones to rest will be laid,

It's been so so long,

What is the sun?

And what about love?

Or the meaning of fun?

My time is ending,

My life's flame going out,

So these last words I write,

To tell my family,

This is how my life turned out.



© Copyright 2008 Goldenorientalelephant (FictionPress ID:602707).


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