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Those Who Remain

Writer: Isaiah S.Isaiah S.

100 freed me from my cell

I asked how I may pay

They refused and propped me up

And sent me on my way.

80 followed on my trek,

my town was miles away,

40 feared the distance,

And so they ran away.

40 followed to my town,

I told of jokes and legends,

They reveled and told tales too,

I felt friendship brew in seconds.

40 followed into town,

The town I was shunned from,

Stinging lies met at the door,

And to lies, 25 would succumb.

15 followed to my home,

My house, crushed and destroyed,

Not a single penny remained,

Thus it was I, 14 had toyed.

One person followed to my house,

To a chair that I would mend,

We broke bread, we laughed, we cried,

Then I knew he was my friend.

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