Life came to me when I was born.
She always stayed with me.
I never let Her go.
With Her soft thoughts of Love and Desire.
Now, I think She is tired and bored with me.
She was in my heart and I never let Her out.
Now, that She has left me,
And I am in my grave,
Waiting for the results.
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