Do you ever wonder why people keep stealing precious things from you, even though youdon't know them, or those you know, but you never did anything wrong to them?
All my life, I have been surrounded by thieves...until now. People stole the purity of myinstruments, shoes and footprints, and one of my lullabies. It is so hard to accept that one of the things you loved so much had been benefiting others for their personal gain. People come and trick you to steal from you, and never give you a single credit. One of my lullabies had been stolen, I tried to get a copy of it but they did not give me that chance. That is why I made a better version of it, and it will be better than the song I wrote for their bound list of corrupted worksthat they have been calling it their album, that is supposed to be ours.
That was my best lullaby, itgained me fame and support when it was first printed on tens of papers and sung by those who received them. That was my lucky piece. I will never give them peace.
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PoetryThis book is all about betrayals on friendships, invalid feelings, untangled fates, and taciturn and morose secrets. This is currently in the state of revision.
