Shall another read my words or my opinion
I hope they love that which I lay on paper
In case you look in wonder,
Just remember that's the world
I have seen through my eyes
Sometimes I don't know how to feel to sleep or to die
let me die for that is why I'm born and each time this come up...
I see them fear in shake
All shall be dead,
both great and small never to be know or heard of again
Why should I give you an invitation to my home
love
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