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Survival of the Fittest

The night is deep
And you’re all alone
The cricket’s sound
That’s all you hear…

Now don’t be sad
And please don’t get mad
The wrinkles on your face
Will spread across

Don’t Lose your temper my friend
It’s not the end of your journey
You were born without her by your side
Survival of the fittest…

Tomorrow then
Forget she exists
Erasing all the memories of her

Just bury all
the things that she gave
Forget her all your life until in your grave…

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