reaching upward to find nothing everything is out of his grasp not able to tell the world how he feels what he's been through he lays waiting for the future and grieves about the past everything is motionless except for his last breathe........
Reason for writing:
no reason imparticular. just bored and wrote something real fast. sorry if it sux. thanx for readin it
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