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Apr 2012
It  feels like, I'm locked away in a tower,
To high to see the ground but to low to see the sun,
no matter how much I look I will always wonder,
how green the grass is or how bright the sun is,

It feels like, I'm buried under ground
To high up to feel the heat of lava
but to low down to hear the sound of people walking by
I will always wonder how hot the lave would be
or the sound of foot steps to know I'm still alive

It feels like, this is the beginning but the end
To far away to see the beginning
but not close enough to see the end
Written by
Grace
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