Those Like Me
By turpisfemina
Cold. So cold. I can't breathe. Needles so sharp stabbing my heart. Where are you? I can't see. Please. Hello? Is anyone there? So cold. Can't move. Can't run. Help me. Please. Anyone. Can you see my tears? Can you hear my screams? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bother you. I'm leaving now. Goodbye. Have a wonderful life. Just know this: Someday you will see those who live in the frigid dark. Those like me. Written March 31st, 2002 © on Mar 31 2002 04:02 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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