I know that the good time will come, some good day. But the fact that scares me is what if the people around me perish when I celebrate my success. Or if I may be short lived. Don't know what?
The mother asked nature to bless her with a daughter who'd care. she said as cold as glacier adjustable as water the care taker the survivor the one who'd replicate her the one who'd hug on failure. my oldage, she said she would nurture the best of better during the heaviest thunder she'd provide the best shelter. a baby girl she wished for putting an end to the war to the God she said, I demand nothing more A wish to see before I sleep forever on the floor.
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