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Outside, the rays of sunshine that glide through the green canopies of river birch trees
And land on me, a three-year-old filled with glee
People don’t matter.To assumeIs insaneIt trulyWould have no impactIf I were gone, ICan’t believeIMean more than what we are taught to believe.We know that weDie.
So often things dull, shed away and turn grey.
You start thinking about tomorrow as "just another day".
Sleep becomes shorter, dreading to go to work.
Mind-altering dreams are the day's only perk.
