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Short story By: blue3232

the idea came from a person i know ,this person is BIPOLER.

Submitted:Jul 1, 2012    Reads: 4    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

THE drooping canvas pounded
lousily in the wind.
A shaft of sun light, choked, and
strangled your wreckage, leaving
you stupid, and a little afraid.
THUNDER yells, as you try to run,
better listen up, and turn back around.
YOU mutter and laugh as you fall
to the ground, is this your life, or
a dream from the past.
THE drooping canvas................


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