The day I died
The sun shone bright.
My mother went to my room,
Wanted me to come back soon.
"She was fine" she told everyone, biting her nails
But the lines on my wrist was telling something else.
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The day I died
PoetryThere is seven billion people in the world, It would not matter if I am not one of them.....
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The day I died
The sun shone bright.
My mother went to my room,
Wanted me to come back soon.
"She was fine" she told everyone, biting her nails
But the lines on my wrist was telling something else.