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Final Thoughs
Contributed by
Moss
on
Friday, 22nd January 2010 @ 12:57:24 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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We were siting in camp it was lat in the night it was cold and damp most knew they wouldn't see dawns light and others didn't even want to they were worked to death they were tired and they just threw themselves on the fence to take their last breath even I have considered dying this way no longer being under their control I cannot live another day this camp has taken its toll I look silently at the fence redoubtable with its sharp barbed wire my mind racing with deadly suspense I want to be free its my only desire I don't want to live in this place of hate there's no way to leave on my own its time to decide my fate and hopefully God will take me home
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2010-01-22 12:57:24] (Date/Time posted on
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