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Some Days
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Always Ask Why PM
I'm not actually sure what this is about... I guess, happiness? Sadness? Freedom? You can decide.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 125 - Published: 10-03-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3062852
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Some days,

I wake up and wonder,

What is up, and what is down.

I don't know that it matters in life,

But it matters to me.

Everything matters to me.

Who my friends are,

And who they aren't.

Where my cat is hiding,

And where I will find her.

How my parents are doing,

And if I can make them better.

Some people don't care,

And I feel bad for them.

They never live,

Only survive.

But me?

I live every day.

I live like I will die tomorrow,

No reservations,

No such thing as holding back,

But I love like I could live forever,

Giving all I've got.

I wish that the world could feel like me.

I wish they could be free.

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