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This is the story of how I did fly,

Into a world that none would deny,

Away from the future, past, and present,

Because I desired something more pleasant.

I didn't find pleasure,

Our even a treasure,

Just me, by my self,

Upon a dusty shelf.

And now I'm alone,

In the world I call home,

So here is my song,

Of where I belong.

This is the story of how I did fall,

Into a world so none would see all,

Away from my pain, boredom and change,

To different new lands, with all distaste,

I didn't find release,

Anything but peace,

An escape from reality,

But I didn't find clarity,

Just another game to play,

A puppet who is not to blame,

So here is my song,

Of where I belong.

This is the story of how I did hide,

In a new world because he was too blithe,

Running away from pain, anger and hate,

Because I didn't want to live or to stay,

I find myself drowning,

And they are all frowning,

No one comes to save me,

I guess I will fly free,

Just one in a million,

There is no rebellion,

So here is my song,

Of where I belong.


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