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Hi. This is a poem.

If life is a gift, why do people try to escape it? If life is glorious, why does it make so many people upset? If life is short, why does it seem to d  r  a  g      o  n f  o  r  e  v  e  r  ? Hmm... too deep. New one!! dead, white, cold a blank canvas fresh, green, warm a new beginning hot, wet, bright an epic adventure dry, cool, colorful a peaceful end. Okay peace out!