Place on your hand, for I can no longer walk,
Place on your hand, for you have forgotten me,
Do not forget me.
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Taste Of Anger
PoetryI choose anger instead of sorrow I prefer madness over sadness I never want to be a victim. cover © : SIILDA
Your Hand
Place on your hand, for I can no longer walk,
Place on your hand, for you have forgotten me,
Do not forget me.