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Jun 2020
Dear King,
Why do you give yourself so much credit?
We brought the dawn,
But you keep saying you did.
Were you by my side,
When I was walking an endless path in search of the dawn?
My legs grew tired on the way,
I was crawling half the way.
My friends gave me water,
So I wouldn't turn into sand and dissipate.
All the while,
You were seating in your throne.
Just because you were nearby
When I decided to go in search for the dawn
Doesn't mean you brought the dawn.

I walked the path.
You didn't even give me water.
Written by
Cattatonicat  22/F/Chicago
(22/F/Chicago)   
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     Cattatonicat and Prerna Singh
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