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One of the first poems i wrote |
| All my life I’ve been weak, So when death comes, I wont turn the other cheek, I’ll stand strong and face it’s wrath, And take each breath as my last, I wont run in fear, When the end is near, I’ll say my goodbyes, And let my spirit rise, I wont wallow in self pity, Or think of the things I didn’t get to see, I’ll take the last train, And think of the day we’ll meet again |