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alone in this world
Contributed by
glassicallyunsuperficial
on
Wednesday, 14th September 2005 @ 02:45:18 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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I woke up I found many dead around me air they circled round my nostrils and I was the only one breathing Limp, lifeless, and empty the dead's soul began to rise I saw a man standing at the door he collected these souls into a gunny sack but he neither lives nor breathes for he's the grimreaper who retreives the souls
Alone in this world Everything belonged to me but that doesn't matter anymore No more smiles, and no more laughters I would so much rather be one of the dead Empty place with dead, blank faces I'm the only one who sees this and till now, the only one who breathes
I woke up I still found the dead around me air circles in little wispiers around my nostrils but I couldn't breathe It stank too much.
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2005-09-14 02:45:18] (Date/Time posted on
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