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A short poem on life its a weird style |
| Looking back at what I see I see a different side of me A side I long to see once more But life has closed and locked the door Then I take a glance far up ahead By then I am gone and dead I look a little closer now To see what I could see But all I saw when I looked A dark side of me All the hurt and pain inside Took control of mind Then I close my eyes Because I'm tired now This near future wears me out This is what I see When looking back at me century x |