Thoughts
I got these thoughts in my mind,
All the people that die makes me whine.
I can't believe so only cry,
tomorrow is where I cross the next line.
I'll stop all the things in my path and retrieve,
All the things people thought to conceive.
Cause this time I won't leave,
Like friends did in the past,
Helping people is my last task
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