ColdA Poem by HorrorMasterA poor homeless men in a winter trying to survive the cold.I’m all alone, walking in a snow. I have no food and hot chocolate. I have no fire to keep myself warm, I'm very tired from this freeze. I started to sneeze very loudly, This winter had gotten me very sick. I needed get out of this cold. I had been out here since I was 20 years old, now I’m only 50. Nobody here to help me, I ask for help, they kept on ignoring me. Every winter I tried to survive this cold. I told them I was dying from this winter. They still kept on ignoring me. I started crying, It feels like my heart slowly dying. I lay on the snow with my eyes closed, Dreaming of my life on the way I used to have. I started to freeze to death on this day. © 2010 HorrorMasterAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorHorrorMasterTamarac, FLAboutHello i'm Ira and i'm pretty much a horror writer. I have bad grammar and spelling or typos errors, but I tried my best, so please enjoy them. Also I don't like harsh grammar nazi saying (oh yo.. more..Writing
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