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It was a very young age
When the storm showed it's rage

Rain poured down on the, and they became sad.
But no one knew that it would ever be this bad

They went to a white room where they looked with dead eyes.
It never went anywhere, only pointless lies

The days dragged on and everything stayed the same.
It was always the same.

One day he looked at them and said
"Maybe life isn't for everyone."

— The End —