Do not look for me in the void
I am not here
You will not see me
either on your Facebook pages
Do not search your thoughts
I have long been erased
See, time is a bitch
full of ecstasies
wrapped up in regrets
Sometimes we win
other times we lose
Its tale of the coins rolling
fate is immutable
his grips are irrefutable
Do not mourn, instead be joyful
That I was not a plague after all
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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