Disappear

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Disappear

By: Seneca Crane

Slowly one by one

They all disappear

Going quickly

Their lives end

It flashes before their eyes

It's sad they have to die

But when the time comes

They all will disappear

Before we were born

Peace was stuck with a thorn

The peace was gone

And the balance disappeared with it

And all that's left is ticking

The clock counts down

Until most of their lives are over

Many have disappeared

And their lives forgotten

And when their all gone

One will disappear

Never to be seen again

And this is what happens

So nobody truly wins

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