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The moon is high, alone in the sky. I always dream of things different for me. No one here but me in my waking hours. In my dreams I am never alone.

I hear the depth to the sorrows but what can I do but cry for those like me.

Alone I find myself thinking about how things are, so much time to think, but no answers to what’s been bothering me.

My life has been like tragedy. So much you have never heard. So much I cannot tell. No one but me here wondering what will happen next to me.

I see the stars, they shine brightly above, but down here it’s less…



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