Someone has stolen my food,
Which I saved and made for my soul.
My soul is starving,
And the mind is crying.
I suddenly started asking for help,
I fell on the floor and yelp.
My soul is dying for the food
And I started feeling guilty for being so rude.
The stolen food was not fruits, vegetables or ice creams,
But they were my wishes desires and dreams.
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 9:40 AM UTC
Someone has stolen my food,
Which I saved and made for my soul.
My soul is starving,
And the mind is crying.
I suddenly started asking for help,
I fell on the floor and yelp.
My soul is dying for the food
And I started feeling guilty for being so rude.
The stolen food was not fruits, vegetables or ice creams,
But they were my wishes desires and dreams.
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