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Dec 2022
My wings are clipped
My feet stay gripped
I screech and scream
Once a week I allow a dream
Where I can fly
I still know its a lie
But oh what I would see
I would finally be free
Oh where I would go
All that I could know
When I awake
My will it takes
My hope it fades
The feeling of sadness invades
When it takes its place
It's quicker than anybody's embrace
Foolish I am
Still, Iā€™m ******
I am here to stay
Every single day
Allie Dotson
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Allie Dotson  20/F
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