The Day When Death Knew Despair
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Last published Thu, Oct 4, 2018
We , and life it self is so fragile that a small wind can take it all , into our illusion we keep breath
until the fog is blowing out and be blinded by the light
We may live or die
But for sure even death can feel sometimes down
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