Sep 15, 2008

L I F E

When I opened my eyes for the first time,
I didn't see you.
When I started taking my first breathe,
I didn't feel you.
When I made my first friend,
I didn't recognise you.
But as my needs and expectations grew up with the age,
I came to know you,
I'm afraid of you.




Now that I know you I expect you to be short and merry one...

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