an old broken chair
im sitting here in an old broken chair not looking at anything just an empty stare..there is noone here there is no noise in the corner of the room was a box of old toys.In another corner of the room on the floor was an torn sheet and laying next to it was a piece of rotten meat.i'm wearing dirty cloths and i have matted hair . i start to cry as i sit here in the old broken chair.
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