One fine day my tale will be told to the masses. How I survived the burning Sahara sands and crawled, Mad Max like, out of the ashes.
At some stage I lost my mind. Every bit of me wanted to collapse under a spot of shade and let the sands swallow me up.
I'm convinced that I'm still there, a slow death of thirst and dehydration. Gasping and staring blankly at the sky as the first of many stars quietly wink back.
All of this, these words are a dream. The sleeper will never wake.
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One fine day my tale will be told to the masses. How I survived the burning Sahara sands and crawled, Mad Max like, out of the ashes.
At some stage I lost my mind. Every bit of me wanted to collapse under a spot of shade and let the sands swallow me up.
I'm convinced that I'm still there, a slow death of thirst and dehydration. Gasping and staring blankly at the sky as the first of many stars quietly wink back.
All of this, these words are a dream. The sleeper will never wake.