Poem to myself
Stop your crying
There is nothing left
grow up, and just wait for death,
forget all those "pretty pictures"
that you have seen
and just rely on me and only me.
There is nothing left
grow up, and just wait for death,
forget all those "pretty pictures"
that you have seen
and just rely on me and only me.
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