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I lost all hope to fly,

 from this forsaken hell.

 To touch the starry sky,

 andenter the great dell.                                                                                                                                              For,my voice is never heard, Even though I scream,

 Another unwanted bird,

 With lost ,forgotten dreams.                                                                                                                                  

so,let my countless tears fill, this marred , torn paper,

 as words start to spill,

 from my aroused temper.

 A/N: I know, this is one of the worst poems I have written, I know. But I just wanted to blow off some steam. I will come back and try to edit this when I can. Tell me what you think :) (and I know this poem doesn't make sense)

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