
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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