0ne More Year

Each day passed like a feather in the air, though there was pain somewhere but who cares the hurt will always bare and show. Depleated . Malnourished. Im alone and cold. we dream ... we share ... we bare ... but we don't cry, don't lie, only die. Ohh you mean the world ... See, I lived here for one more year. A year spread bare and open. Pure and naked bared a soul burnt. Flaws. Prayers. Life. Death. Succumb. Fears.