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Go Away.I believe that soon... I will die, but it is no reason to be sad. In fact I think to "go away"... might be reason... to be glad. This life is so confusing, conflict day and night. We learn about the joy of love... just so we can fight. We stand so high on mountains, as Lords on all we view. ... We forget al those "below us"... forget they're living too. We build ourselves grand Castles, While others live in grime. We dine upon the finest food... ... and stealing bread... a crime. Our beds are draped in finest silks, while young ones sleep in dirt. We bathe our skins in soothing herbs, ... for all those we see hurt. We watch our children dieing, hungry... more each day. We argue for the "rights of man", the right to act this way. We offer every reason, I reason every day. But the reasons are just not enough... to live my life this way. Vote for this poem
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