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The sky’s there when I look down
When I look up, I see a garden sprouting beneath my feet
I close my eyes
To see what’s real
Because when my eyes open
I see right as left
Left as right
The sea’s pulled by the sun
And the night is day
I wake up to a glowing moon
Sleep to a rising sun
North is south
East is west
How can I
Find what it means
To go the right way
When right is wrong
I’m forever lost in this messed up world
Or am I found
Written by
Lyla  16/F
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