October 24, 2017
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Your mother died                             
I’ve been longing so much
For her words have never left me

Let me be
My mind is in a spiral
Spouting drivel

All the lessons I have learned
Have gone to roost
Memories burnt
It’s rare we live our lives

We live
Just to please
We exist
There is no lease

To be different
To feel alive
Is to Live

Place bets
make mistakes
That’s Life

Life is being on the death row
Wait for Cupid’s arrow
His bow
Will cure your sorrow

So don’t wait

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