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May 2017
Truthfully,
I don't care whether I live or die.
If there will be a tomorrow,
or if now is my last moment.
But I care,
just enough to see you smile.
I don't know what that means to you,
but I know what that means to me.

This world is Sad.
But you're not what makes it so.
You are what it looks like to feel worth while.
Being apart of your world,
makes me so mad living in mine.

I'm ready to journey to the stars
but are you ready to watch me leave?
Cayce McQuillan
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Cayce McQuillan  20/F/Chicago
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