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Dawn A new day starts The world is awoken The sky is painted beautifully Oh, dawn.
I know a lot of people who really like sunsets, but I prefer the sunrise. Because to me it is so much more than it's beauty, and the beautiful colors that it pains the skies.
Hope deferred makes the heart sick It beats up your soul with a big stick leaving you drained and anaemic like a smile that’s gone sad or an small tic that’s had too much time to leave
November 22, 2011 You were in tenth grade, I was in seventh. You went to mom crying, saying you're done, That life is pointless, you shouldn't have one.
As each day passes,!I realize how precious my time here on Earth really is.