Life is but a dream for death. I will not go down by myself. I am not much a poet but a criminal, you can’t understand a pretty face. I am just the way that the doctor made me. Love is the red rose on your coffin door, whats life like bleeding on the floor? Give me a reason to believe, to hope.
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