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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=353263" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I Lost My Mobile Phone</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I've awoken in a terrible state, <br>I think I'm going to die, <br>My life is almost over, <br>As I breathe my one last sigh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm really hurting deep inside<br>That's why I find it odd, <br>If one can suffer in this way, <br>There can't possibly be a God.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It happened as I was driving, <br>I ran into a pole, <br>I'd just completely lost the plot, <br>This is going to take it's toll.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How could my fellow human beings? <br>Treat me with such disdain, <br>How can they stand there laughing? <br>When they know I'm in so much pain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like blood my body needs it, <br>It's as important as my heart, <br>Without it I know I will die, <br>We just cannot be apart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As I'm now losing consciousness, <br>I feel like such a fool, <br>Though I did ignore the warning signs, <br>How could life be so cruel? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There is no point in carrying on, <br>I've given up the ghost, <br>I'll just go quietly on my way, <br>As they play my one last post.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I must have upset someone high, <br>To suffer this affliction, <br>The reality with my illness is, <br>It's based on fact not fiction.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'm going to see my psychiatrist now, <br>This will be my one last session, <br>After all I've been put through, <br>I'm suffering from depression.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I don't care what you lot think, <br>I know I've passed life's test, <br>When I finally meet my maker, <br>I can say I tried my best.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Paradise must be a massive place, <br>There must be a lot of choice, <br>Us humans love to gossip, <br>I love the sound of my own voice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How did our parents ever survive? <br>Even for a two-minute walk, <br>Being away from family and friends, <br>Without being able to talk.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know what you're all thinking now, <br>For me you're feeling sad, <br>Definitely not I hear you say, <br>We think you're barking mad.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In saying that I'm worried now, <br>If Heaven's the ultimate creation, <br>How the Hell will I survive? <br>Do they have any communication? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well this is it I'm on my way, <br>I have taken my final breath<br>Not knowing if I'll be allowed to speak, <br>Is a fate far worse than death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My epitaph I want you to write, <br>On my lovely granite stone, <br>Is, I didn't die from illness, </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> ‘' I Lost My Mobile Phone ‘'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bri+Mar">Bri Mar</a><div class=q>
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I think I'm going to die, 
My life is almost over, 
As I breathe my one last sigh.

I'm really hurting deep inside
That's why I find it odd, 
If one can suffer in this way, 
There can't possibly be a God.

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