My life
I was a child,
I got a life,
And I love all my guides.
My childhood was for sake,
My life had nothing to take.
What I love I never got,
What I want I ever thought.
My thoughts were short
But no one fulfilled it all.
I had a dream,
But it was asked to be virtual
not real...
No childhood, no dreams,
Many thoughts but nothing was seen
Now, I hate all my love
And love all my hates.
It seems to be weird
But it's true my dear.
I want to die,
I want to cry,
But I cannot try.....
Because I got a life
Unfortunately not of my type.
-misskanishka
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