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You kill me…
I breathe to my last drop of blood.
I breathe you…
…
The world and what was happen,
don’t really give a damn.
Somebody somewhere happy –
somebody cry for end.
The poem or subscription,
for vanish old disease,
no need no other person –
nobody here to please.
…
I breathe…
I breathe for you…
Chosen – why?
You never knew…
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