I trace whats left of my cold steel...as it twitches. Apply the tourniquet tight. Savor the moment, this might be my last sip of life. I see at least one hundred miles Of shifting, stirring sand. A forsaken man in this strangers land. Theyve left me for...dead. Im so tired of feeling scared but Ive got to find a way. Ive got this gun in my hand, blood on my tongue as I write dead mans words. The word we hear is theres one man down and hes alive. They ask for volunteers. I raise my hand high. Im sure hed do the same for me. Its three days through the desert heat to save one mans life and I dont even know his name. And Im so tired and my thirst is strong. I might not make it back alive. But Ive got my gun at my side. Theres just one fear I cant hide and its a dead mans words in the sand! Out in the desert, so tired! And I dont even know his name. I will keep my head down! Im so tired but theres no way out but...ahead! I will not die out in the desert! I will not die! I will keep my head down! How many days pass? Hard to tel in the desert. The wind says...nothing. I move, the bullet bites, infected to the bone. Will it find its home...before me? I pray that you find me soon before I slip away. Im so tired but Ive got to hang on. Ive just got to make it one more night. Ive got this gun in my hand. Ive got blood on my tongue. One last time I write dead mans words...out in the desert. So tired!
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