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Why do things seem alike
When you're under the blue sky?
Why do we long to be liked
Even if the pain they've caused us is getting high?
Is it worth to pretend to live in peace,
When the truth shows there wouldn't be?
Is it this hope that keeps us all pretending-
This hope that we'd forget the pain we felt before?
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Mindless
PoetryIn here lies pieces of Katherine's mind. What it felt like to love someone and what it felt to be left behind. She is a wanderer, one who writes poems about her adventures. This is her most prized possession, the Mindless days of her wandering hear...
