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clasping fingers while waiting for the award,
standing in a line with all neatness restored,
only a week earlier his hair was long and rough,
thin was his body but made more tough,
missing in the jungles after a plane crash,
injured by the impact of the giant smash,
lived on bugs and worms for daily meals,
the people surrounding now never know how this feels,
with all the moments in the darkness alone,
standing in front of this crowd chills him to the bone,
nervous from the people that all stare at him to judge,
as he doesn't hear the announcer and gets a nudge,
stepping up to the microphone to speak about his ordeal,
he opens his mouth to speak but knows this is not real,
a dream he wakes from still sitting on that crashed plane,
as the loneliness took his mind to go completely insane.