They want to prevent us from thinking,
To prevent us to see the colors of this society,
The color of the money, The color of the alley,
The alley of the life,
This life who was block me in the past,
Who destroyed my dreams,
When I fall, I climb higher,
Like that, if i fall again, I will not to able rise,
I can say this beacause you will not be here for help me,
You was hate me, You hate me again,
But when I will die, it will be too late,
Maybe you will be happy without me,
So I have a last question for you :
You will miss me ?
YOU ARE READING
Anyone write this
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