I am dead
But do not cry for me
Cry for my friends because they couldn't see
That I lived a happy life even though it was cut short
Now I am free
Tell them not to cry for this report
To grow old is not what would have fufilled a life
I was young but I lived on the edge which is why I died alive
So take comfort in pain
Because if you would have never had felt this
You would have missed out on love
With a love you now miss
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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