'A thousand people die in just a day', the newspaper reads
but let me tell you that's just an average number tomorrow it could be a little more or a little less.
Knowing that I separate people from each other, I still take their breathes because somebody has to do it, right?
I feel bad for people and their families, especially kids.
I wish there was something I could do but it's not my call, I've to do what I'm for.
I even go heartless, when it comes to rapists and murderers.
I just roam the streets day and night, taking the breathes out of bodies which are on my list at a given time.
Whenever I appear I approach people and they know exactly who I am and what I come for.
Know what? I'm doing this since beginning of time and will be doing this until end of time.
Listen, I'm going now! there are so many people waiting for me.
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A Strangely Wrapped Gift.
PoetryA Strangely wrapped gift is for the hopeless who need a friend for their late night talks. It's a book made with love. It's simply a documentation of struggles, and triumph, a celebration of daily life and living. The poetry living within pages tell...
