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Rated: E · Poetry · Other · #2199338
I just hate the sun
I woke up feeling the warmness of the sun in my face
I am awake but my mind is still in a dazed
I look at the window and see the radiant sun
Screaming at me to have adventure and fun

I hate the sun because it bugs me
making my day and night feel heavy
The hotness, the dryness of the land
making me wet for opening my sweat gland

But that's not only the reason why I hate the sun
It was a bright day when everything was gone
My love, my family, my friends
The sun was there to witness how it end
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