Today, what I see in the mirror,
was a mirror of who I was,
gazing back at me through tired eyes,
really pitiful.
As lifeless as a walking corpse, I am.
The bullet that struck my skull was caused by one,
Say it my dear and repeat after me,
Souris a la vie elle te sourira.
(smile for life she will smile at you)
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I Should've Hugged You The Last Time I Saw You
PoetryWould it make any difference? If we knew that it was the last time we would see each other again?
