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A blurry future isn't a motivation to do better But leave today better than yesterday And even though we don't know what tomorrow looks like Make sure you go at it with your all
She looks at her hands Delicate hands which haven’t done much Shy hands which could change the world with just one touch­­ Any act they make Could be a mistake Quick, hide them. Back in your jean pockets.
Mirror, mirror on the wall
I just want to know, how far this poem will go. Will it reach you at sea? Will you be thinking of me? Will you hear it in your sleep? Will you think about about it when you weep?
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