Where we are

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The years spent with life is eight by two

Girls favorite color, some shade of blue

Two kin alike, apart by few

Years of age five while one is new


Third year in high, first semester slip

Pandemic strike, her grades it hit

Depression blooms, her mind is split

New Year's upon, her life to get


Up til then, she always cried

new years of last struck the start

teacher yelled and made her stressed

all that was left a broken heart


As you can mind, her beat fell off

she's not complete, still very lost

to seize her ways you have to dive

thrust deep into her souless mind


Before we start, I have to warn

within this life, a star is born

shining bright to light the way

burn scorching hot, disastrous spray.


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