The weary ||• a short tale of a child with her mother on a long journey
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Well, this write up is a fictional tale of a little girl that travel on foot with her mother (after escaping intercommunal war,) to another village as refugees.
I see my bones cry for help telling my head to stop.
My throat drying it water knowing that, I can't resist the taste of water
The hand pulling me never cared what my members was doing. The conspired against me. Even my eyes start to dim and closed when I am not feeling sleeping
I thought of what will happen to me if I don't stop.
If even though I want to, the hand of woman with a troubled breast won't let me go. Anytime I try slowing down, the hand pull me forward,
It tells me that we are near.
Near denied that he is near the dust mocking me because my feet is no more strong to trample them.
after a short time i closed me eyes and woke up, in a room, it was like a dream even though I knew it is reality but how come I closed my eyes on the road and woke in a room.
A man came and said to be me rest you must be weary. I said to him no, I was and still I am mary
My throat drying it water knowing that, I can't resist the taste of water
The hand pulling me never cared what my members was doing. The conspired against me. Even my eyes start to dim and closed when I am not feeling sleeping
I thought of what will happen to me if I don't stop.
If even though I want to, the hand of woman with a troubled breast won't let me go. Anytime I try slowing down, the hand pull me forward,
It tells me that we are near.
Near denied that he is near the dust mocking me because my feet is no more strong to trample them.
after a short time i closed me eyes and woke up, in a room, it was like a dream even though I knew it is reality but how come I closed my eyes on the road and woke in a room.
A man came and said to be me rest you must be weary. I said to him no, I was and still I am mary