10/1/2013
The End of Time
The girls face was trickling with tears.
She somehow knew the time was near.
But how could she stand?
All she would could do was rant,
About how it wasn't fair.
Or on casual days about the air.
But now it was different,
With no friends and a distant family,
All she could do was think.
A little to much
-Awaiting_Midnight
