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My soul has died since a long time but I
did not bury it cause one day; it lived in my body & it 'll still there.
People think that I am alive and I'm
dead and my body is moving.
My body parts strewn everywhere. No one there, no one sees me, no one sees it, no one heard me screaming, do not feel my crying voice , I was there, alone I was there.
I wrote there, my pen wrote my wounds , anyone love my pen letters like
my soul.
Death became my dream, my God when I get to my dream.
did not bury it cause one day; it lived in my body & it 'll still there.
People think that I am alive and I'm
dead and my body is moving.
My body parts strewn everywhere. No one there, no one sees me, no one sees it, no one heard me screaming, do not feel my crying voice , I was there, alone I was there.
I wrote there, my pen wrote my wounds , anyone love my pen letters like
my soul.
Death became my dream, my God when I get to my dream.