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A pome about myself and my thoughts.

Life is not a time for happiness or fun
it is a time to get something right done
If I don't, there is no reason to live
Time is calling me, my life to give
Looking back on my life
I pick up my sharpest knife
Death is for this knife to bring
As I hear the sound of his voice
I relize the stupidity of my choice
I run to him and wrap my arms around
He hushes me, not to make a sound
As he holds me close our lips meet
To me, his kiss that is so sweet
I take a look at the fallen knife
Just to realize the importance of my life.