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Thursday, January 19, 2012
Trapped.
I'm trapped. I can't get out. I'm all alone. I'm suffocating. My body is being smothered. And breaking, Into many, little pieces. I'm trapped. Someone help me, Before it's too late.
You want to know what the first thing i would do if i was traped i would probably find some materials to make a drum so that i can make a drum and make loud banging noises so it can be heard far away, what would you do.
Based on the images depicted in the poem, I believe the room in which you'd be trapped in is rather small. This could compromise one's drum-making abilities. Do you have a back up plan?
You want to know what the first thing i would do if i was traped i would probably find some materials to make a drum so that i can make a drum and make loud banging noises so it can be heard far away, what would you do.
ReplyDeleteIf i was in thi ssituation i would probably make a drum like material so i can make loud noises to be heard far away.
ReplyDeleteBased on the images depicted in the poem, I believe the room in which you'd be trapped in is rather small. This could compromise one's drum-making abilities. Do you have a back up plan?
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