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Is it so wrong?
I want to fall asleep under the stars with you,
By my side,
Ignoring the world,
And ensuring we are left in peace,
In the hopes that we find a better tomorrow.
I was once so scared of writing poetry,
And that was when I realized,
My poetry was the one thing I had,
That did not have to conform.

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