I feel so sick
with all this rage
I'm fed up of life
and all it's pain
I wish I could just fade away
I start to brethe a bit too fast
it's all it takes for me to go,
back to that day
The day where it nearly stopped
The day that will never be forgot
The day that nearly stopped
my life from existing today
I wish that day would
just be errased but,
it's imprinted forever
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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