Sky High
As you gaze into the sky, the clouds start to move. You stary to think abour life and all the sad things in it. You shed tears but then you never think about the good things in life. How far you made it how hard you've worked. Of the concepts you can think about, you end up thinking about the sad concepts. Why not the good things? You will once realize when you are up sky high watching over a new life.
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