As I lie here dying I can only do one thing-smile. For I am not angry, nor sad. I am happy, you know. I will smile, even if it is the last thing I do.
I have so much to say but I can’t speak. My throat is dry but no one can give me water. I am alone in the house that was once mine. All alone.
All I wish now is for someone to hear my thoughts.
I’ll vanish without a trace and not a soul will know my story. Maybe it doesn’t matter. I wish it did.
Dear Writer, your presence means a lot to your reader`s.Which is represented by such high page viewer ship and kindly, don`t sound so low every thing will be alright.And you might be wrong in understanding your family !!!.Best of luck and get well soon .:)))))))
ReplyDelete@ Anonymous. Do no worry. Nothing is wrong with me. This post is fiction.( I have also given a label) Thanks for your encouragement nevertheless
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