Don't say goodbye,
I'm only going to die.
After all I can leave into the light,
Leave the world and make it right.I've found a little life across the world,
The religion has their hair oddly curled.
The shantytown very social and kind,
The light upon everyone it had shined.Soon I would join a battle I hate,
The leaders can't sit back and debate.
It's on for sure and I'm not sure why,
I'm going to try to shy from the bullets that fly.Wounded to a pulp I was,
The battle took its toll, it really does.
It won't be over, and you wonder why,
Do not say goodbye.
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Dreams Over Reality
PoetryA compliation of poems and skits. The skits are no longer being continued. Most poems are about me and the events around me. Read my story This is my story.