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Living Dead

All Alone

By Payton CarrellPublished 6 years ago 1 min read
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The dark sky surrounds me sucking me into an abyss, leaving me empty and alone. A few days earlier i seen people and faces, now it’s just black. I turn to my left and then to my right, looking behind me and below, even looking to the sky wondering why, but there’s nothing. I’m stuck in time and in place. I’m stuck in a well, my version of hell. Their cruel laughs and their snide comments are left ringing in my ears. Is this what it’s like to be the Living Dead? Physically alive and well but mentally and emotionally rotten. Just a carcass of a girl who once was... Happy.

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