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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.
