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Jan 2018 · 70
Cry..
Trisha Jan 2018
Who tries to share,
Or help the weaker ones,
Who cares to look,
Or think of anyone.

Cry..the weaker ones,
Cry..the poor ones,
There is no one to care,
Any of the either for once.

You starve for food,
You starve for water,
There's no one here,
To call for any father.

Cry..the empty stomatch,
Cry a little harder,
There is no one present,
No one to bother.

Now i suggest you to sleep,
A deeper and more,
There is no one to awake,
Even if you want.

I'm not gonna stop,
I'm not gonna try,
Cry till the time,
The time till you die.

— The End —