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Nothing much, just dying.

April 28, 2010
By misrableatb3st GOLD, Glen Head, New York
misrableatb3st GOLD, Glen Head, New York
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Favorite Quote:
Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without caring twopence how often it has been told before) you will, nine times out of ten, become original without ever having noticed it.
C. S. Lewis


I was drowning.
I was drowning in a room with other people,
Laughing, and drinking their tea,
While I was unable to breathe, slowly dying.
I waved my hands, I needed help.
I gagged, and stomped my foot on the ground,
But you all were too busy sipping your chamomile.
Or maybe it’s because you didn’t want to get my saliva or blood on your
Beautiful lace garments.
Finally someone looks over,
But it was too late.
“Does she have a pulse”
Nope.
Nothing.
Dead.
And anyone could have stopped it if they wanted to.
But they were too selfish.
To caught up in their damn tea party.


The author's comments:
Based on the Holocaust.
Think about it.
NOW!

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