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I Died Everyday

I feared the night and screamed at the daybreak

I knew no happiness

And was never contented

I drained myself of love and emotions

I was chaotic

Mischievous

Close to insanity

The world was crowded

The good was never rewarded!

I did all that but never really lived

In truth, I was pronounced dead everyday

-Maria Michaela-

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A story teller, a writer, and sometimes, a poet.

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