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Why do we absorb a cloudy day
Then question the sun?
Time whisks itself away
When fun comes to play
Yet drags its tired feet in times of sorrow
Why do I loathe today
And dread the light of tomorrow?
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What else should people know about me? Wellllll...... I first started writing when I was 5 years old. I initially wrote short stories for every holiday. The older I got, the longer my stories were as well. A few years ago, I branched out to my current passion: poetry. Now I write poetry more than anything else and use it to vent pretty much every emotion. I never miss a chance to thank the man upstairs for the gift of words. :)
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