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MY MOTHER
I could not see you when I opened my eyes, As the immense pain made you without senses lie, But my baby cries Made you…
You used to be mine
I was 12, when i first saw you with guitar, wind swaying your hair, that momoent you became my star. saw in the shade, smiling…
THE FIGHT
The anxiety and depression, Are all repurcussions, Of a part not so well played, Of decisions delayed, Of trusts misplaced, Of not being able to…
THE NIGHTMARE
The night is burning away, Everywhere the flames sway, In a naked dance of brutality, The man made signs of fatality, Stare at me in…
THE SMALL LITTLE GOLDEN BOX
The small little golden Box,full of fragrances Of days old and memories Of you and us together. It still treasures The red roses, You had…
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