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Jan 2017
When you think about the universe,
and the massiveness of it,
i tend to feel small,
so I try not to,
but then i think of the billions of people on Earth,
those things make it seem like life is just a thing that happens
a thing that ends,
and when it ends the world goes on
and if you don't move on the world leaves without you,
the world left me a long time ago and left me in the dust.
okay this is very depressing but here
Written by
Sunshade Adams  Hell
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