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Sep 2014
My twisted soul can no longer fly
I can't see the sky
I search for a light
In this pitch black darkness
It's too late to hope
It's too late to pray
With a soul like mine
It's too late
I hear the laughing voices
I'm near the edge
I'm at the edge
I can't fly
I can't see the sky
I can no longer hope
In this deep ocean
I try to swim like the fishes
In the mountains
I try to fly like the birds
Why, Dear god?
Why can't I swim
Why can't I fly..
In this pitch black darkness
It's too late to hope
It's too late to pray
I just believe that I'll leave.
It's my first time! Please do not say anything mean, I tried to make it the same in some notes. I do not know how to make a poem, because first of all. My sister told me about this site and she told me she made poems  I told her oh nice but all I do is just Draw actually, I'm a very good artist and that's all I can do, but maybe I can be a Poet and an Artist one day.
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