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Beauty is not always kind

At times, It feels like we are just going round n' round

Lost so far into a day dream, reality is a different land

Once the river runs dry, What happens?

What has the world come to?

Sometimes, People expect too much.

Sometimes, Just being there for someone is enough.

I wrote this poem to myself after some things my friend had said.

Do you ever feel like a part of you is missing?

If you think this poem is happy, Turn around and read over all my other poems.