Poem: autobot

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Decepticon
I use to be
Autobot
T'was my destiny?
Rouge
I would be alone
Human
Surrounded by the cold stone
Wrecker
Never once I understood
Dinobot
They're destructive childhood

What was I meant to do?
To fight?
Maybe
To dance?
Hardly

I stood by them
Through thick and thin
Would I be able to mend?
All those regrets?
Stick by them
Just like a chick and a hen
Never alone
Never forgotten

My own request
To be a guest
And show how I would
Not evil like I once could
To be an autobot
To be their friend
To be the bot
They could depend

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