| George M. Pinel The Unknown 1-24-04 |
| As I sit here, I remember my past I remember family and friends As I sit here, I hope I last Remembering the pain that doesn't end Sometimes I think I'm off the wall Hoping someone catches my fall Struggling to remember family and friends But only find the pain that doesn't end When I'm done, I'll just rot I remember my very last shot, Can't remember family and friends Only the pain that doesn't end Trying to prevent my very own death Can't predict my final breath Need some comforting everyday Wishing the pain can go away As I scream I hear an echo Hoping that I can never let go This will be my final stand Giving into all demands This will be my final stand Could my life be more bland This will be my final stand I just wish it were more grand As I lay here, I remember friends It lasts very short and then it ends. I lie down and start to weep Life on the line, so I can't sleep. This is the story of my life, and how I screwed it up so bad. I wish I could go back and changed that fateful day that changed my future. But all I have now is memories. My name is Meg, but I prefer to be called Freedom Fighter. I never got to finish my childhood, but I know much worse. Everyday I try to remember what it was like before, but that day would be my last. I only remember one day before I was put here, in this prison. I was playing jump rope and my parents were cheering me on. My friends were clapping nearby as I seemed not to slow down. The worst part of my life is knowing that I can't go back to that. I can't even remember the faces of those so-called friends or family. The next day they abandoned, but I know my true friends. If only I still had them still, but that day they disappeared on to venture into heaven. Now I am living day by day on scraps near the street, I am a slave to my own fate. That fateful day will never end its lapse in my mind or in my life. I am only capable of remembering parts of that day, so I don't know how to stop it. I remember a door, but it was hidden. It lead underground, so I became curious. I remember a large tunnel, but not where it lead. I remember seeing something holy, like a statue of Mary, but as I got older, I forgot who it was. I can't remember much after that, but I know what ever happened was important and is what I am trying to find out now. |
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