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poetry no. 22

the school's festival is coming,
but i still can't go to school and it's quite depressing
for i really wanted to see you,
escape this gloomy room and dance with you.

but i can't do those things now,
not when i'm chained in this bedroom and can't even get out.
i hope you'll be here and save me,
because i already feel like dying when you're not around me.

—lali.

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