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May 2019
When I was born,
I cried a lot,
I was ALIVE!
I wanted to stay with the Angels,
But, you laughed and cried tears of joy,
You wanted me so much,
When I died,
I cried only one tear of joy,
I was GONE! No more,
I was going back to my creator,
But you cried tears of sorrow,
I would be missed dearly.
2/5/2019.
Written by
Salmabanu Hatim  72/F/Tanzania
(72/F/Tanzania)   
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