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Feb 2014
"I was not there, yet I was there"
For someone to be there,
Its a wonderful thing.
Most of us go through our whole life,
Not being there.
We experience things based on our own selfishness that covers our sight,
Our feelings begin to fade as we float,
Further away from there.
You draw furthur away from there as you get older and realize,
Everyone else has too.
Some people reflect and wonder,
How do I get back to there?
But most don't even care.
They decide to bow their heads,
And settle with here.
Brooke Davis
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Brooke Davis  20/F
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