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I want to go home.

I have been here for a month.

I will not talk.

I want my rainbow back.

I need to feel

I cannot feel a thing

In the world of white

And sterile.

I need to breath

But there are no teachers.

And I cannot run

Outside

For a breath of calming

Air.

And this time,

I have no more

Excuses. 

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