I disturbed my november siesta when i smelt smoke, winter gave me a chill down my spine even though i could see my bed half burning....
numb to the core, my brain died that instant.... but deep down sumthing gave me the push to act an instant,..
i cudn scream but jumped outta da bed d instant the flames touched my feet,...everytime i tried to shout, i could feel myself choke ..... the lump of fear blocked my cry of help......
though my tears werent enuf to put down d flames, at least they gave me the courage to stand up and do sumthin to save,...
in the smoke i was standing ...cryin for the absent help...i tried openin the door but was instead engulfed in the fiery flames...and unlocked my stairway to heaven ....
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death is a vision im addicted to, i see my death cos i chose too...
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the next day my body and soul were found intact, livin thru the same life at PC... the same cutting..........the same faces..........the same vada pav wala...............but the new me......
Friday, December 7, 2007
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