i sit here alone feeling stoned as i watch the cold burning snow fall from the sky
it is a sad lie that when you die it is not peace full my breath is slowing soon i will be going i close my eyes and begin to cry and i want to tell you good bye but it is not good and i dont want to lie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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