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Looking At the Moon

e Moon!

Do we see the same moon,
I sit outside my wood house, I grab
a battler of beer,
and I swim
myself on my sit,
I wonder, and I wonder.

if there�s anyone else,
looking at the moon,
that im looking at,
is so sad to think that maybe some one else is doing the same thing
you are doing,
wondering,
if we ever going to meet?,
asking,
distances making us suffer, but I guess some people call it life,
I wonder if I had the power to say not, I don�t want to go through that,
sad,
but this is something that we cannot control , my face sometimes fall
down,
but I kind of race it up,
smile at my world, or I should call it our,
then I stand up, look back to my house, looking at my lovely kids, but not
with the wished mama.
then I wake up.
Sena