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Cantkillme Aug 2015
Sun
The sun shines right at me,
It makes me blind it stares at me
I could see my shadow next tome,
so bold and dark.
But the sun fixes that
When the sun from away into the clouds
The world start to darken
so dark and black
I wonder and wonder will it ever come back?

— The End —