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Post by Leoxander on Aug 4, 2006 7:19:20 GMT -5
It was raining that day.
But, it was always raining...
I must have been there for hours, watching the legs of people that walked by me without a pause in their step. I discovered early on in life that it was easier to look at their feet, rather than the mix of pity and disgust on their faces. But it was that day, the last day of the eleventh year of my life, that I stopped caring.
I sat in the wash from the gutters, channeling down the alley like a small river, and waited for Mercy to arrive. To save me from that fate. Sometimes it was so cold at nights, I could swear I felt my heart freezing in my chest. Hardening against a world just as cold, and bitter. I must have just been too far back in the line the day they issued souls their guardian angels. Mine never showed up.
Managing to survive another day, another year... I gave up on Hope, and went in search of Luck, instead.
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