he knows the story behind every scar
he keeps record of my hair growth
down to the last strand, he knows
he knows about every tear drop,
not just the story behind the tear
but the hurt and pain , the reason for the tear.
every breath, till my life support is cut off
he'll know.
its not his duty, infact am just a creation
but he loved me soo much. he sacrificed his best for me
though i did not love him and couldnt care less if he came or not
he still felt the need to try to save me.
i, the one that didnt love him infact i hated him
hated him for reasons i do cant point out (no reason at all)
for as history would tell, he was just a good man
a very good man, he had no crime
why did i hate good? i stop to think.
christmas is a gift to all men, women, children
not considering race, tribe, religion or age
christmas is a gift to the world. share love
selah
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