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Sep 2015
I'm tired...
Please just let me sleep...
Doctor! Doctor!
Please don't try to wake me.
I might only be seven
but God is calling me to heaven.
I tried to imagine the feelings of a person who is in pain due to sickness and don't want to live anymore. I don't know why the "I" ended up beeing a seven year old child.
Echoes Of A Mind
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Echoes Of A Mind  Denmark
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