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The Day Ends


The setting sun, and yet again at the end of the day has come;

 

But with no fear we can assure that again it will be here.

 

Nothing but the sky to look to at night will show how vulnerable we really are.

 

With the stars come out every night to show us that there is more to life.

 

We are only tiny specks in the universe so why let little things hurt.

 

It's silly to think that dying your hair pink will change what the stars think.

 

Why take that leap of faith when there is a chance it'll be your last.

 

Just for a few likes don't end your life, just look at the night and I swear you'll feel alright.

 

And yet again the morning has come, so dont feel dumb. 

 

We have all been there and yeah it sucks, just remember, we've all got a little luck.

 
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