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My Immortal Life.
The selfish, opportunist,
And the unfair people are gathered
Around me, I don't care it
If I look for the clarity
I see to the end of a view
All people are the same
There is no way
To go away from them
Except be patient on cruelty
That is hidden
In the phase of civility,
Courtesy, respect, admiration
And affection
They are slowly
And slowly killing me
I silently
Let them kill
One day, I will be free of all pains
I will fly towards
My immortal life
There, where such people
Would not exist
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"My Immortal Life." Poetry.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2021. Web. 19 Jan. 2021. <https://www.poetry.com/poem/52595/my-immortal-life.>.