Naked I come naked I go
what is the meaning of my existence?
Am born to survive and hope
Born to die
In a valley people say have no end except my end
When I came I cried they laughed
Now am going I cried they cried
Poor me
Every day I live every night I die
My mortality depends on death
And my survivals is build on them
Why they break my heart
I wish I could be an immortal
However, the wickedness of my heart won’t let me.
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