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Mar 2015
Everywhere I go,
Everywhere I sleep,
Someone has their life,
Except for me,
Everybody is born to die,
But its the time you spend,
That makes it worth the pain,
But lately I wish it would end,

But there's another sad story,
That irises deem redundancy,
If I told you that you are beautiful,
Would you comfort me?

Everyone knows,
Everything goes,
Even the sun,
Even the snow,
So why was I born,
When I wanted to end from the beginning,
I am not scheduled for this game of bluffs,
Why is life so belittling?
Dallas Phoenix
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Dallas Phoenix  Omega Centauri
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   Brianne
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