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Everyday is unwritten,
This I’ve forgotten,
I’ve assumed and predicted,
And so tomorrow came, but was never greeted.
I gave myself a scare,
That tomorrow would be just as unfair,
But I’ve forgotten the most important detail;
This was not a fairytale,
But a life yet to unfold—
Possibilities there, if only I was bold;
If only I hold onto hope,
I might make it at the end of the rope,
And see sights far beyond the walls,
Never mind all their loud calls!
I will make it far away,
From here where you can’t tell if it’s night or day.

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