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Aug 19

We were martians storming the great planet Earth
Blasting and firing people into space, into oblivion
The sun and moon was wrapped around our finger
The stars bowed down to us like humble servants
Now, our rocket ship has taken off without us
And we're left to die here with barren hearts
No blood to pour, no tears to shed
Just hollow, alien creatures
With nothing to give.

The more you age, the more you realize that love is the reason to live. Not money, not fame. Love. At least that's what I believe.
Samantha Szumloz
Written by
Samantha Szumloz  F/New Jersey
(F/New Jersey)   
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