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Poem time:

I lay awake in the morning sun,
Cold and lonely as ever.
Unlike other people,
To cheer me up it will take more than the weather.

As I lay I think
Of all the people I know
And while I think of that,
It reminds me of when they had to go.

This is a poem, as you can see,
And I hope this made you see a different side of me.

Days Go By

The days go by,
the weather always different,
new things everyday,
new people to meet.

School to go to,
then to work,
the days go by
like fireworks.

The days to night,
the night into day,
each day screams
as it dies away.

The hours turn to days,
the days into months,
I await the days to end,
but then i don't.

Each day it's the same,
the same routine,
each night I go to bed,
and await the day to begin.