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i wrote this poem yesterday as a way to say that we r responsible for our choices and we can only try once in our lifei named "Life for sell"stranger in a streetheading to the nowherefeels like the world won't fit himan empty grave... finally useda smiling corpse... smelling the peaceat last... a place that fits for itSuddenly...roses with messages fill the grave-Denying mother-Mad father-Crying brother-Weeping sister-unbelieving lover-lonely friend-...-...endless list shocks a lost soulstarts to regret the choices of the pastwishing to get back in touch with a smiling corpsebut its the Endthanks alot and u can edit it in a better wayi will be happy if u do
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