| It was different now that I was on my feet... 906 |
[Feb. 11th, 2010|03:42 am] |
It was different now that I was on my feet again
I don't want to die, either,Melanie whisperedut maybe you're wrongMaybe that's not why
they're keeping us aliveI don't understand why they would She didn't want to imagine the
things they might do to us?I was sure she could come up with worse than Ihat answer would
they want from you that bad?
I'll never tellNot you, not any humanBut then, I wasn't in pain yet
Another hour had passed?the sun was directly overhead, the heat of it like a crown of fire on
my hair?when the sound changedThe grinding steps that I barely heard anymore turned to
echoes ahead of |
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