A Cry for Help

It’s over but it’s cold, very cold.
I’m on my own, stuck in an old museum, surrounded by dead history.
I can’t go out, I’ll freeze outside. But I can’t stay inside, loneliness will kill me.
I kept that light on; maybe someone will understand that there’s hope behind and rescue me from all this darkness.
Is anyone going to find me? Or is this the end? They’re gone.
A world that destroyed itself, full of ignorance and fools in disguise.
The End
Written by a special guest

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