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Apr 13
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stay

No one knows how long they'll last,
Sometimes a fire is extinguished too fast.
Sometimes the world stops turning for moments,
And the people who capture it are the artists and poets.

Sometimes your walls start to crumble away,
Because the people around you, have nothing to say.
You wish they're was a world where you simply fit,
But the puzzle is rigged and you'll never get it.
Don't play by the rules that are set in stone,
when it's the chances you take that move you along.
Don't fueled by the world that you live in today,

Tomorrow could be a new one just waiting for you to make way.
So, please stay.
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  1. Graceful
    Apr 13, 2019

    This is so good! The first two lines especially drew me in! Amazing job!

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  1. zazu
    Apr 14, 2019

    Thank you!

    Zazu

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