Category : Poems

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At the end of my life,
 I don't know who will save me.

 I live a day like an hour, 
 And everything around me,
  Touches the ground; falling.

 I can feel the heat of the fire,
  Even if the fire is still far away.

  At the end of my life I will know that
 I didn't do everything right to get to heaven,
  And I had to hurt some people
  Who planned to hurt me.

 I'm so obsessed with sadness,
  I still can't enjoy a ray of happiness, smiling.