who i really I am
I am the dust that walks the night
I am a cloud who is ready to cry
I am the corner where darkness stays
I am the lost rabbit on a snowy day
I am not here
,but whos to say
That I am not present
for i will shout
and think about
these times in day
where way up high
I am not seen
and down below i am a bean
,but since i know
i'll learn to grow
and see the world
where i have stayed
to struggle,decide,and
symbolize
whoi i really am inside
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