he stands on the corner, bag in hand, waiting to cross the street. in the corner of his eye he catches a sign: "ARE YOU SAVED? BECOME A BELIEVER TODAY." how could people believe in something they couldn't see or prove. the light turned to the blinking orange human, signaling for everyone to walk across. one second he was walking to work the next he was laying on a hospital bed. a buzzing, dull pain rang throughout his head. "You're lucky son. If it weren't for those brakes; you would've been dead. This must be your redemption."
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Poetryi was love then i was lost. ©writingxfreak NOTE: some of the photos/videos used in this book are not mine, and i do not take credit for them.
