He died in the middle of the street, in a pool of blood, and break fluid. Strangers rushed in to help, but you can't help what's already gone. My young eyes sat, and watched, youth kept me from knowing too much, those elders kept quite. they washed off the road, like it was just another day, the traffic continued as the sun did the rest, drying the rest of death off of the land. Every day is ordinary, until it's not. one action that's wrong, creates opposing reactions. stinging through a lifetime, those ghost are no mo more. vapors in the classroom of life, chased away by age. He lives on in story, and memories, just like the rest of us, eventually do. Peace isn't found by accident, you have to keep searching, like I do. You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or interesting stories for the world to read and respond to Click hereScroll all the way down to read replies.Show all stories by Author: 42703 ( Click here )
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