Contessa ELinor De Torri Hudson

Bryson, North Carolina, USA
Contessa ELinor De Torri Hudson
Bryson, North Carolina, USA
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The Cell

Four walls, no windows, no exit
One light bulb, one cot, a table, a bottle
What else is there in life to contemplate on?
Day after day, month after month, year after year?
Misunderstood, abandoned by friends and family
Utterly alone! What went wrong?
I feel sick, maybe I'm dying-
Hell, who gives a damn.
The light bulb is out. Its dark. Nigh? Day?
Is it spring? Summer? Winter?

Can't think-it's cold! I'm Freezing!
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