Island
i was on a island one day i thought i was all alone their and as i sat their with a knife to my wrist contemplating suicide i heard a voice call out to me from the distance and as the voice got closer it was a man and he told me to put the knife down and go with him and some others on a ship to another land where their is a lot of people and where i would never be alone again.
BY TINY MINGS
Copyright © Tiny Mings | Year Posted 2012
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