I know who I am.
I know who I’m not.
I know that all of my words, will be heard.
I know this, ‘cause all of my words, come from the heart.
I know that everything on the Earth, costs.
I know that one day, my life will be lost.
I know I’ll be missed.
I know that it’s true.
I know one day, I’ll miss you too.
October 12,2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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