I close my eyes and a tear falls out sliding down my face as the blood falls down. Then you are there wiping the tear away and cleaning the cuts. You wrap me up and help me to my feet. They come along and push me back down. You put your hand out and lift me on my feet. I look down, you shouldn't have to help me, but you do. And for that I can never repay you.
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Short little stories or poems
Short StoryI write random shorts and such. So who knows what you may find here dreams, poems, random encounters that I want to write. I just want to put them somewhere.
