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Sep 2016
Oh,
Oh sister, Oh sister,
Tell me that the world isn't so cruel.
Hold me tight and let us fly away from this hateful world.

Oh sweet brother,
Let your older sibling just hold you in this miserable time.
Let me tell you my story with tears streaming down.

Oh cold world, Oh old world,
Can you find a place for me where I won't be shunned with words?
Tell me that you can become a new for people like I,
Just long enough for me not to feel so alone and hated?

Oh my sweet loved ones,
I am holding on by the tips of my fingers.
I am still going to beside you even if I shall never be truly happy.
AD Snail
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