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Sometimes I Sit
Sometimes I sit Staring at the clouds,
Moving by.
Sometimes I sit watching the sun,
going down.
Somtimes I sit looking at the rain,
running of the bush.
Sometimes I sit and think.
The world is full of hate,
Should you fight it or except your fate.
Sometimes I can't finish my sentence...
Sometimes I cry.
Sometimes their is no future.
Sometimes I want to die.
Goodbye.
