The Gray World

January 8, 2009
By Isaac Aydelman, Sliema, ZZ

I hear the scream outside my door, I slowly delve outside my corridor, I feel the warming of the phase, I try not to cry but my tear ducts have gone astray, I hear the breaking of a wall and an ashtray.... they thought I wouldn’t live...even if I was kicked once more as I felt my life is war I just say I can go one more day one more night even if there’s a fight I know I won’t be alright..... Just leave me alone, let my blankets of warm smiles recreate the world of this child. With sunshine and no rain after all I’ve got nothing, to, gain.

The author's comments:
This is a little something i put together of all kinds of memories, i hope this teaches a lesson to others that theyre life can be 1000 times better than some childrens

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