by
Laura
he freezing water weeps silently over the sinking boat, my frost biten feet shake like an overpowered tumble dryer. I see no point to carry on with this life, seeing as many lives have been taken; one more won't hurt.But no I must stand strong and bold although inside my heart is plumiting faster than the boat itself. Everyone is screaming and crying more than they ever have before, as the great, statley pillas come crashing down on poor souls I feel our lives are no more.
Finally a boat is ready for me, but I have to be swift. But it is the end..... I have come to my fate.
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