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Jul 2018
The sun rises only to set
The stars come out only to disappear
She gets out of bed only to come back to to it
We are born to die

So why rise that day?
Why can’t you just not come out?
why not stay in bed?
Every second we are living we are also dieing

But that’s just how I see the world
don't read this if your looking for a happy poem
Lily
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Lily  15/F/no where
(15/F/no where)   
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     Kayla Flanders, --- and A Simillacrum
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