All I needed was a hand,
To help me stand.
It had been a long jog,
I was in the middle of fog.
Then came a hand another,
Each different from the other.
In the desert of my heart it rained,
But all these was vained.
I had been alone too long,
Hurt me the friendship's song.
I had become cold and silent,
The warmth and music hurt.
I was a flake in the ocean of fire,
But I enjoyed the burn dire.
Still I was a flake which dried,
In the end I died.
If you like it please read 'I-lone 2' because it has the rest of the story and the end.
If you like it please read 'I-lone 2', because that is the rest of the story and the end.
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If like it please read 'I-lone 2' because that has the rest of the story and the end.