I can dream, can't I?

I can dream, can't I?

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Waking Up

The reason I get out of bed

Is no longer said.

Maybe tomorrow

I’ll find a way out of my sorrow.

For now, I’ll look around

rather than at the ground.

And if I make it through the day

I’ll need another reason to stay.

The way the world treats me

I find it easy to leave it be.

Because when I am gone

The world will continue to go on.

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