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Far away in a land of my own.

A place not found.  

A place not known.

No one to find me.  

No one to care.

I am lost in my gloom, my depression, my despair.

But I do not give up.  

I do not give in.

Someday, someone will stumble in.

They will break down the windows.  

They will break down the doors.

They will break down my fortress

And open up so much more.

I wait for this day with hope in my eyes.

For when someone finds me, I know I will fly.

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