in this corner,
here i lay,
slowly dying,
and withering away,
the pain is to much to bair,
as i lay gasping for air,
in the next life there is no hope,
for here i shal surely choke,
the light is fading,
and death draws near,
theres no more hateing,
as i lay right here,
the soft vocie of the fates saying,
here you lay never waking,
as my eyes start to heavy,
i know i am just a baby,
because god creates and he destroys,
but keep in mine,
we are mearly his toys.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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again nice write! welcome to the world of AP
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this was oh so well written
great work here.
welcome to ap
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