Well it moves real fast, and it hurts like hell.
And it gets what it wonts, as you screem and
yell.Then it lets you go, as you fall to the floor.
Becouse the promise it gave, was the same
as before.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When my mom was dieing of cancer, my sister decided to take a brake from life. she did this by taking every drug on the streat.it was my job to clean up the mess after words, and so this poem to be honest came from some of the thing she said while higher then a kite.