Valley of Death

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No water

No food

Just sand

The hot sun

Insects all around

Crawling to find shade.

As the air sufficates you

Your body slowly becomes heavy

The weakness of your body over comes you.

Life passes before you,

As life was once precious to you

It slowly slips away.

As it slipped away time seemed to stand still

Laying on the sand, as the breeze took the sand over your body.

As you watch the sky become dimmer

You feel free, not knowing that your body will become part of history.

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