LIFE by H4CK3R_4G3NT_404
When i was little
i always thought
that i could live forever
and never rot.
soon i found out
the meaning of life
that everyone HAS to die.
i cried and cried
thinking what it's like
to have no feelings
or to have no strife.
i knew that soon my parents and grandmas and grandpas and aunts and uncles will soon die.
it will be me left alone
till i die.
I hope heaven will take good care of all of us.
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