Dieing today dieing tomorrow
Would you care if it was in sorow
Never loved but always loving
This cricle is more like a line that we live
Life is a improve
We make it up as we go
No one dies a virgin
Life srews us all
If life was a dream
Then why are we afrid?
Why do we cry?
How will we die?
I think that the lack of love people gives kills
More then suisde,bullets, and knifes combined
these are my pomes
THE SADNESS OF THE TRUTH
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