The Day I Died
I persevere to work.
I sweat and blister.
But finally it drive me to darkness.
But I felt like this phone will make thing simply.
After I receive a massage, I smile.
After call, nobody saw me.
I didn't know that I go for good.
As I didn't see in front.
If I know I wouldn't bought this phone.
If I know I wouldn't go out home.
If I know I will be say goodbye.
I quiver and crawl for good, on the
tongue of cannibal.
By patric ndidzulafhi munyai
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