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This poem is about; there are days when death is all I can think about, because everything goes wrong. But then I keep my head high and try to survive the daily struggles of life.

Ever have one of those days where you felt like your soul didn't even exist? Or like you didn't even exist?

Does anything matter anymore?

In this poem's case, my advice would be not to get lost in your poetry when reviewing the day before a major test, quiz, or exam.

Written February 15, 2005

Dedicated to: Steve (1986-2005)

Time to die
I choose to fly