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My poem...no.46

Each day we lost someone in the world.
Those we know or those we don't.
We're in grief and we thought
of a change...
We realized how short our life is...
We realized we've lived our life to the emptiness...
We realized...

But still some how we seems to forget.
We dedicate our life to something that doesn't even important to us.
We dedicate our life to the other's happiness but our own.
We dedicate ourself to the waste...

We seems to forget those day...
We seems to forget that our time is limited..
We seems to forget that we are not immortal...

We worship material..
We adore power..
We hunger for what we don't have and what we don't need..
And we abandon what we already have..

When we're gonna learn?
Probably when we have our last limp of breath...
The last glimpse of light...
And then we would realize...
That we are living life full...of waste.
But that might be too late...




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