My Days
My days are numbered
and every thing i do
announce my death.
The hens and the ducks
barks like dogs
to announce my death
my days are numbered.
I look at the sky
i see only moon,
the sun and the stars
announce my death
my days are numbered.
I hated every thing
even my wife
i hated her a lot
my days are numbered.
My days are numbered
i can't eat food
my days are numbered
i regret for what i did
my days are numbered
I don't know what to do.
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