My life,
Is something that I never cared off
Living the boring, in this human hive.
After my every bed off
It is quite possible That
Tommorow
I may be gone
I won't be there in my home
Cause I'm now out of life.....
I may be in the memories
Of some
But I don't want to be remembered
By anyone
Throw me if I'm in your frames
Throw my songs if I'd ever sung
But when I'm gone.
Keep up headphone and listen a song
But it's your life
Carry on with a smile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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