Qiydaar Pratt

Death of Me (6 yrs old)






the death of me is a mere death...

its after 19 years of breathing, I'm to take my first breath...

its seems that whats right was left...

behind in the past when these feelings were O' so vast...

light years ahead doesn't signify me moving fast...

rather it shows that I can take life slow...

"Lentamente"...
i can lower my speed and reap all the rewards for my deeds...

yet, I continue to give, to enemies who willingly eat my seed...

Thus, this prevents my growth to the extent of failure at work...

so I dig deep into my soul which hurts...

searching for life due to the fact that I'm living my death...

my first breath into the kingdom was a joyful last breath...

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