The lines from my palms were ripped off to make a graph. A plan of my future deeds then am pushed on a raft. The flow of water took me down stream and left afloat. No medics, no boats....no coast to meet. The daring sun shot direct rays in my eyes to blind. The winds did no good and nature became so unkind. Laying half dead with muddy skin, I was caught in a whirlspin. Inside I screamed cause I was alive, outside was ragged and dead then alive. My palms no longer bleed as its been washed off. My face no longer cried as the emotions drained off. Am left in this unknown place, I hear no one...I see no one. I wished to be dead at the end of this day. I have fought but now there is no other way. Am pulled out of water by a great force. A gain of instant energy in my body, I rouse. A new life, a new beginning...all is well, that was my past dwelling.....


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