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I thought I was in a happy place,

Until I realized I was in a rats race.

I was told to chase my dreams,

but then I was cut off from my wings.


I was told sky is the limit,

but for me dreaming is offlimits.

Broken inside out, I tried to find solace to my heart,

as the agony is tearing me apart.


People come, people go

treating my heart as a paper to throw.

Standing in the rain,

I felt my tears drain.

My heart is filled with sorrow,

as I pray for a better tomorrow.


Hoping it would take away my pain,

as my heart is left with an unforgettable stain.

I do nothing, inside the closed walls.


Except sitting near the window watching the snow fall

intending that one day someone would break through the stone walls

and sweep me off my feet before the night falls.

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