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that's not what i want.


My wings are torn,

But they got no mourn.

They asked me to define,

But I said I am not refined.

They said it is what I need,

And handed me the seed.

I smiled and said," No,"

It is not what I know.

They made their dreams mine,

Without looking me in the eye.

Now, I am left alone,

With a heavy education loan.

I am trapped in a cage, 

And my heart is full of rage.

Let me spread my wings,

But they were cut with some kinks.

They said I can't fly,

I just have to oblige.

BUT THAT'S NOT WHAT I WANT,

And that's not what I want.....

 

 

 

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