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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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