INSIDE DEATH
Sometimes it's not attitude,
Just the anger in you.
Sometimes it's not proud,
Just the consideration for yourself.
Sometimes it's not too much,
Just a bit which seems much.
Sometimes it's not real;
But you have to lie to yourself
Sometimes it's not fair;
As you can not say you care
It is not always that you are wrong,
It is just the world tarnishing you
Love yourself
Be a rebel
Care
So... Much
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We are four members in my family, me, mother, father and an elder brother. I study at Laureate International School - Zanzibar. I started my nursery education there in 2007. I started writing poems, short stories and novels when I was 8.
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