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My Immortal Life
The selfish, opportunist
And the dishonest people are together
And gathered around me,
I do not care it
If I look towards visibility of that,
I see to the end of a view
All people are the same
Not any such way is there
Getting rid of them
Except, to keep the patience, on cruelty
It is in the mask and hidden
On a way of civility
Politeness, honour, admiration
And affection
They are slowly, and slowly harming me,
I am silent, letting them do that
One day I will be free of all pain
I will fly towards my immortal life
Where such ones would not exist.
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