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Don'T Be Born

Don't be born, Our hands cut ice, Stubbornness Who knows what street woman is, We hear about your perish That affectionate kindness. Here are great accounts People are small, Innocent people are elected And they have unlimited load Don't be born Our air gasp Our mountains are occupied, Our flowers have forgotten their roots, Now our feelings are virtual, Our souls are dead, They're doomed Cherub Puppies Take me forever, Evil, My body trembling in the flame, Don't be born, kid, Conceiving new days, Pocket with the wallet Hidden in the bay The giant you expect Forgive us, Don't be born Don't be born Sak

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Date: 11/13/2018 9:25:00 PM
So, don't be born on the buds of Blial!- don't be evil, devil in this living trial!//// nice poem
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Date: 11/3/2018 6:14:00 AM
This is deep. Good job
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Ahmet Kurt
Date: 11/6/2018 3:22:00 PM
thank you

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