I woke up coughing dusting the spare bits of rock and ash of my head. Sometimes I wondered if people show mercy or even have a heart. But I have leaned people always go back and think about the things they did. So if these man kill me I thought to myself then they will always look back on this day.
Is it the end
Life is so hard when all you here is death calling your name. If these man let me live it won't matter because I will starve. I said licking a rock cover in mold...
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Good Things Never Last
RandomThis story is about a girl who's going threw hell and every time one good thing happens it turns bad.
