The poem is my work It started from my attitude This is what I offer for you But why don't you care? What am I feeling? A person passed away Let's talk for fun It ended suddenly Maybe know if that's fun And there is but My secret letter There is a lot of dust in my room So it deserves to be released Because justice is calling The wrong heart Now that everything is fine But still not enough My letter was issued I kept it for a year Maybe it's not the right time yet Fear runs through the heart and mind Just in case you leave again And I will be left behind So at this point I will clean and hide the letter again, Ouh it would be nice to have it back but at this point I'm going to be the one to fall So secret letter again if concealed I will release at the right time that you are free,
©m-tugma
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