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You never know if life is slipping away, or if you are throwing it away with pointed purpose.

This poem is dedicated to those who are just as suffocated by living in suburbia as I am.

Does anyone know what goes on inside our heads?

What are you doing today to make tomorrow worth living?

I pity those without a dreamland as much as I envy them.

This was an assignment I had to do - a poetry about nature. I wrote it in about twenty minutes, so it's not very good.

I wrote this poem last year. It relates to my life, indirectly. I'm not going to go much into that.