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May 2013
Day by day
I can feel my limbs, stretching out.
Who’s this murderer, you may ask? Its name is Life.
24 hours, 12 months, and 365 days! This murderer has committed a crime on at least all of the world’s population
Drowning them in their sorrows and reluctant cries, yet no one has notice “life”.
They don’t even know that it’s the main killer.
Elders and children in poverty,
the rich getting richer and the poor getting poorer.
The comforting lies of peace, hope, and help are at no use.
Day by day
Stranger
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