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When I die | Poem|

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When I cry, the world smile
When I smile, hurting heart behind the smile.
When I happy, they poisoned me
When I hurts, they walk away
When I love, they hate it
When I care for, no one cares 
When I run, they block me 
When I write, they slay it
When I speak, they kill it.


When she weeps, the world mourns
When I pain, they sing joy
When I wish, they steal it
When I site, they push it
When I rest, they blame it
When I sing, they throw it
When I sleep, they play
When I empty, nobody around me
When I climb, they cut it
When I pick, thing got heavier
When she choose, it more beautiful.

Suddenly, I left everything 
No one know
Nobody can stop this walk
Today I left everything 
When I die, no one honour the grief
When I die, no one knows
God only know why.

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