If i can choose i want to die for somthing that if i died i would regreat not doing.

The believer is happy, the doubter is wise
-not mine but i like it

Me...my mask was broken,
My true face was reveled,
Now I site in the shadows because my fate is siled.

from my poem my fait is siled...please read and comment

So she crawls to hall she leans on the wall,And she silently sits and dies.
People gathered in awe because they for-saw "this girls" rapid decline.

from one of my poems