Poem # 50- Alive

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Alive? I didn't even expect I'll be that!
I though I was dead; I was rotting
Alive? I should be mad!
That everyone kept denying that I'm still breathing.

Am I really that ignorant?
Oh yeah— I kinda agreed to that fact
That I'm deceased, that I'm submerging
But I still couldn't believed that I'm alive.

All I can say is— thank you, dearest informant!
Alive, I hereby preach you!
Oh how was the feeling of being cherished—
From existing such a fruitful Yule!

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