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High hopes,

Low dreams,

How long until I'm seen?

 

Loose this,

Gain that,

Why does everything seem so flat?

 

Always low,

Never high,

I fear I will never touch the sky.

 

Too short,

Too wide,

Is it any wonder I always want to hide?

 

First no,

Second comes pain,

What is there to gain?

 

From this,

or forgetting,

Why is this life so upsetting?

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