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Trapped.What was that world I was dreaming of?The one with crunchy leaves in the fall,The one with beautiful meadows and songs,The one with no sadness..
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In your glorious days, you shine so brightyour neck held up so bold.Your feathers, gleaming in the nightyour heart made out of gold.A tiara perched el..
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short story written in 2021
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written when I was very young!
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