People cry people love they work they play but over time the things we do make us weaker and weaker until we cant cry or love nor work or play because we vanish and never come back we call that thing that takes us away forever DEATH!!
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RandomThe all original I'm new to this whole thing and I'm not even sure you can call these poems but yea to all those reading this thanks i don't know many people and I'm invisible even to my teachers and family so I'm pretty lonely so thank you for pay...
