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Mar 2016
Chasing the clouds for it may lead me to the sun
I'm titled as a failure for darkness has won
Snatched and thrown in the metal cage
Cold bars that mock my name

A frozen world that knows no warmth
A ghost of a warrior that I mourn
Lost and blinded by the dust of the desert
I'm starting to give up on that treasure

A buried hope somewhere in this land
A failure I am since I faced the demons and ran
Can life present me with happy potions?
For I am tired of feeling all these broken emotions

I shall rip a hole in this dark world
I will collect the broken pieces for it shall be hurled
I'll dig out the hope from the ground
Then this failure will be crowned
Robbie Kwia
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Robbie Kwia  St. Cloud
(St. Cloud)   
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