As a wounded man in these prisions of my mind and reality,I think upon my sins, and my life. As i think of these things i starve for something to know of my people. are they alive, but so far gone to be dead like me, or are they safe and will rebuild our great home. Even if they do thrive again i shall be left here with nothing and the little bit of life i have left, as i slowly decend into the hell of insanity. my leg dead and infected. i am nothing but bones that can think.
i can not move so i stay in this spot of darkness only to dream of the days that where joyus
as a wounded man in the prisions of reality and my mind
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