17 July 2012
I wish I could fall asleep and wake up in a different world, a different life, a different everything, but the problem is that it miles away from the thought. I carry on dragging my feet of what was left of them. Two bones as thick as paper, no good for anything, no good.
I have no strength left, not for anything.
Each day we all try to escape, hope for mercy if found, why do we all have to get shot with a bullet of gold, of death, of pain.
Well this is my game, my game of chess, I take the risk of escaping. I want to get away from this nightmare, don't care if I die.
Trapped Part 3 • Opuss № I