Death
Dear: Death
Why do you come for me? You make it hard for me? You make it hard for me to
leave my home and enter these streets. I don't wanna die today, tomorrow, ..... or ever.
But I guess only time will tell. I just hope I live to see my child turn twelve, instead
of seeing jesus christ himself. I'm going to make it out , get an higher education and
take the safer route. So yes I'm going to make my dreams come true. Awe and death
don't come for me if I ain't come for you.
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