Life
By renren022
As I sit here in this room, and, yes, I know there is doom, I think of my life, as it all goes by, some ask if I am afraid of my past, or if I’m afraid of how long does life last, I always tell them the same thing, "Why should I? I was just a kid doing some thing", "I’m not afraid to die", then they’d ask why, "because my life has been chosen to give to someone else, someone who hasn’t yet had the chance to experience what I have". Now the room is changing in yet so many ways, I sit in this room, not knowing it has been days, I think of all the ways I have and haven’t changed, I’m almost the same, it is very surprising, it is very surprising of what is rising, my life is rising, everything that I haven’t yet got done, that is why my life hasn’t been given to anyone, am I scared at looking at my life go by, go by right before my eyes?, no, not really it would be silly, to be afraid of my life, what could I do? Kill myself with a knife? No, not just yet!, for, I have stuff to do, then, maybe, my life will be given to you! Written February 7th, 2002 © on Feb 07 2002 01:30 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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