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Aug 2015
Oh how I wish to grow up to be tall,
Almost touching the skies,
And hugged by the sunlight.
How I wish I can see above all,
All above everyone else.
Being the tallest tree of all.
But oh I can't see the sun,
I know it's there.
Hey, where's the rain?
I know its falling,
I can hear the rain drops.
Oh the others are so tall,
They cover my light.
No I won't give up,
They must move out of my way.
Softly I cried,
Shriveling away day by day.
I can see no sky,
I can see no freedom.
I'll never be the tallest tree,
Like my dream will always be.
Rotten Meat
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