All days flew over
For a child once so happy
All the people looked at him with hate and envy
That is why he suffers
In the mirror, a lost soul
Followed by loneliness that overtook him
After times staring at the moon
Wanted his spirit only continue
People have read him with skin and hair,
The howling Demons child
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World War Me
PoetryWorld War Me is a book full of poetry, quotes, texts, inspiration, etc. Enjoy
