If I will have wrinkles,
let them be from too much smiling.
If I will have bad vision,
let it be from looking at good for too much.
If I will be starved,
let it be from me feeding you all the good I've had.
If I will have broken bones,
let them be broken because I
have taken the pain that would've gone to you.
If I will be weak,
let me be weak from being too strong.
When I will die,
let me die because I have done enough good here.
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 4:25 PM UTC
If I will have wrinkles,
let them be from too much smiling.
If I will have bad vision,
let it be from looking at good for too much.
If I will be starved,
let it be from me feeding you all the good I've had.
If I will have broken bones,
let them be broken because I
have taken the pain that would've gone to you.
If I will be weak,
let me be weak from being too strong.
When I will die,
let me die because I have done enough good here.
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