Today, I lost my shadow. The only reason that I lost my shadow was that I was not provided with any light. What's worse was that I was confined, albeit finding nothing on me. Even when being engulfed into space, I could feel daggers shot at me from all around.
(d.r.)
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Black & Poisonous
Poetry"She had 50 days left to live. She had 5000 words left to say." A compilation of 50-word poems by a child who longed to see a better future than the one they've set for themselves. Each piece takes 12 seconds to read. #833 - 27/05/17 #687 - 28/05...
