I curse the day that I was born
A sadness sown to grow
The tainted life I chose to live
Now caught in the undertow
Haunting memories pass me by
So That i can never rest
I pray my children live life now
And always do their best
Cause life is long and burdens grow
Thru the seas of time
And your legacy will follow you
Far beyond your prime
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lovely.
Perfect;y placed into the belief that you understand how happy you are to have been born. Never believe anything different for your children love and need you constantly.
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