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Lafyev Pou Lanmo
Come to me, and hurry.
I grow tired of worries.
Come to me,and hurry
I grow tired of pain.
I offer every single good deed under my name to end this game, this life.
To end the misery dancing down my spine.
Punching my walls in the morning, upset that I even woke up, all the time.
I take a good look at life with all three of my eyes and wonder why.
Why can't I be happy? Why can't I be free?
What did I do to have these things happen to me?
Come to me,and hurry.
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Angelo Pierre Louis
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