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Alone
by
Amy Sorensen
On this Earth alone,
There is no point to living,
But no point to death.
A Dream
A dream of living,
For I am just existing,
But never feeling.
There is Hope
A life of crying,
Misery was facing me,
But now there is hope.
Love
Unable to say,
Just what makes me feel this way,
I want it to stay.
Smile
Everywhere is grey,
But then a smile of kindness,
Makes the sun come out.
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