they say the dead receive more flowers,
compare to the ones that live,
because regret have more powers,
than gratitude that will ever give.
the life that bestowed upon me,
that God gave i took for granted,
partially it return to He,
too late for my prayer disenchanted.
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 9:42 AM UTC
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