My death

by Cesar   Mar 7, 2006


The day, i was born
was the day my mother die
her soul vanish and her dreams die

alone in this cold world i go waiting for the day i die and see my mom in the sky,

i live in this world where every one
seem happy and careless about their miserables lives

waiting for the day of my death

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