End of the road
I'd been walking alone for as long as I could remember. Struggling to put one foot in front of the other for most of my life. Battling to keep going although I had nothing to drive my efforts. As I walked on though the harshness of the streets. I caught a glimpse of my reflection through a shop window. There I stood, icy blue eyes, damp, knotted hair, pale lifeless skin. I looked like death. I had become a very different person to the one that I once knew. I stared back at my reflection and for a moment forgot about everything. Then I thourght about the events that had driven me to where…
- "Road To Wigan Pier" by Orwell
- End of the road
- Life is But A Choice from Frost "The Road Less Taken"
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