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Aug 2016
I'm here, I'm living.
I'm here surviving.
I'm here... But I'm not thriving.

I want to go to the other side,
I want to go where there is light.
I want to dance and sing,
And laugh and twirl and do my own thing.

But I'm here and stuck on my side,
I've died and cried on inside.
I search and sought for a way out,
But all I could do is scream and shout.

The thoughts and voices in my head,
They're drowning me I can't tread.
I'm a prisoner of the war,
And I'm losing strength
And I can't fight anymore.
I let out one forceful roar,
Then surrender and fall to the floor.

I want to go to the other side,
I want to go where there is light.
I want to dance and sing,
And laugh and twirl and do my own thing.

But I'm here and stuck on my side,
I've died and cried in inside.
I search and sought for a way out,
But all I could do is scream and shout.

I will find my way to paradise,
Even if I make the same mistake twice.
I will work and I won't give up,
I will climb high and I will live it up.
With my chin up and my head held high,
I WILL walk over to the other side.
Written by
Spencer S
272
   ---, Rapunzoll and Feggyr Citack
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