Gone.

By , Worcester, MA
The sun rays hitting windows, the hotness
The brightness lighten up everything
Knowing that I’m going be there looking at the rays
As the hotness hit every center of me
I’m with the sun, I’m a no body I’m part of the sun
There nothing left of me
What of me in people minds are invisible
Closer to the sun, eyes burning
The watery eyes won’t stop
The beam hitting it
Being blind seem to be good closer way to be gone
life isn't a big deal when you have nothing important to you
once you come in to life, and when life ends your by yourself.





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