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May 2014
Saturday morning I am waiting,
patient for the sky to crawl.
I have heard from someone’s someone
that the world today will fall.

No real reason to be excited,
not that I don’t want to live.
It’s just the moments that betray me,
and it’s the people that I meet.

I keep getting looks of worry,
I’m being told it’s really bad,
the one day I am truly smiling,
is the day we’re getting burnt.

Saturday evening I am waiting,
it seems they tricked me to believe,
that hopes can be attained to heavens,
even if the death to greet.

Someone’s someone was a liar
and the world today won’t fall.
I’m still hoping for such disaster,
the one that’ll save me from it all.
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