What can I say about my Life?
It kills me gently without a knife
It moves me forward against my wish
It keeps me hooked just like a fish
I often see my face in tears
Don’t take away my precious years
My eyes are young. Soul is alive
Don’t be so cruel, dear Life.
April 2012
Cruel Life
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