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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Yes i had a heart, and yes I tried to share my love, But it was a cruel world where nothing was ever enough. Its dump to love someone, it’s pointless to care. Life was many times miserable and unfair. I could seldom change my fortunes through a prayer. The pain wasn’t always there, It was undecided, coming and going. Eventually it started staying and showing. It killed me, a particular day I had dreaded but wronged for. They buried me six feet down below. So that I could be alone as I had always been. Expect for the worms soon to crawl all over my skin. Happy at last, only just not aware. Death is like going to sleep, but the morning isn’t there. Dint mater whether I was a rich man or not My net value now zero, as I was about to rot. I wondered how many came to pay my last respects. Very few am sure, some didn’t even get the text. Perhaps it was just as well. I dint want everybody to know I was going to hell. I hope I didn’t leave a widow and children behind. I hope I died a bachelor and had lots of pride. I loved and lusted a after women, I passed down to some, my semen Fell in love with one or two, My love wasn’t returned, I got blue Alcohol was my only medicine, Makes you forget the sort of loser you have being. I hope I died young and abrupt. Like a tiny mouse caught in a trap. Why fall sick and die in pain, Why see no crowds and hope for rain. The dirt from the shovels steadily beat upon my coffin Like a drum beat, only I wasn’t on the dance-floor hopping Was at last in my grave, void of feelings but overwhelmed with freedom. A deep dark lonely place, filled with eternity’s boredom. A lifetime of heartbreaks and worries and it comes down to this. Back where I was before I was born, my chamber of peace.
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