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May 2013
All I can see are bones, whose, I have no idea. I feel them crunch under my feet. I walk and walk but I can find no way out. Then, drip...drip...drip, very slow and loud. It almost sends me off my feet. I follow the sound. It steadily becomes a dull roar. I find a waterfall, but its not made of water, it's made of blood, the blood. The blood of the bones. I walk on until I heared wailing. Normally I would have ran, but something about about this wailing drew me in. I found flesh, the flesh of those who shed thier blood and bones for me. Now I remembered. The pain I caused. The people I hurt. the things I did and there was no way they could fight back. No way they could gain justice. No way for me to attain for my sins.
Written by
Prather Gail DuBois  planet earth
(planet earth)   
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   Emily Tyler
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