I have a list,
With points more than five,
A list,
Of why I have to stay alive,
In that I have various things,
To learn new things,
To talk to people,
To help people,
To confess my love,
And many more reasons,
To stay alive,
To wake up the next day,
My list is now less than five,
Everything I had have gone away,
Ruined or cannot be done,
It's not that I didn't do it,
I couldn't due to reasons more than one,
Now the list just has two or one,
Reasons to stay alive,
To open my eyes I strive,
In the last reasons,
Is poetry,
It is like a diary,
It's the only thing I can do,
I wonder what would happen to me,
If the list becomes,





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