My Life Story
My hands are tense.
My life is ending
It's in my hand, like a hand grenade.
I don't know what to do.
Help me, please!
I cannot hold this back.
It's in my sweating hand, like a hand grenade.
Help me!
Copyright © Abigail Brothwell | Year Posted 2019
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