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Dust

Dust, floating through the air
Makes me realize that I just don't care
Life so fragile and so week
Confronts me like a disease
All alone for no reason at all
Makes me hear the voices that call
When I die a will be free
A substance that eases me
The north wind will blow away
All the dust that once was pain
For at the end of every life
Dust is there to end the strife
Written by Ianhelpless (Ian helpless)
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