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