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May 2014
i open my eyes
to a beautiful sight
the trees have golden branches
and there is no night

the streets are paved with gold
and everyones glad
theres no crime, no disrespect
no one is ever sad

i ask a man to my left
“what is this place?”
he simply answers
“it’s farther than outer space”

So I walk around and take in the sights
Then I walk in a doorway
It looks so nice
A little house
just like mine

then the memories flood back into my mind
here on the floor
is where i laid
after all those pills
i just had to take

now the gold streets don’t seem so happy
and the man is looking in my window now
probably wondering why I did what I did
and that into this beautiful place, I shouldn’t be allowed
So I lay down on the spot on the floor
And wish that someone would take me away
I don’t deserve to be here anymore
-Madi.S
Madison Sanborn
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Madison Sanborn
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   Albero Centrale
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