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There will be a day where it all ends,
When the sun will turn cold,
When the birds will fall silent,
When there will be no more laughter.
There will be no one who wakes up to the smell of pancakes,
There will be no one who experienced what it's like to fall in love,
There will be no one to feel lost.
I'm scared.
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~ HUMAN INTROSPECTION ~
Poetry~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~ A collection of poetry and philosophical questions made to question the relations and views we have of ourselves and others. I encourage readers to explore themselves and allow their thoughts to run unfiltered while reading. I hope...
