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Well hello again, If you singed in again to see this...ok well whatever.

So I did My magical poetry anthology this tursday, I forgot everything and I started singing half way throught and I was going way to fast. On the other side I ws very creative with props, I made an IV and I looked like I came out of a hospital, Dead...
In grading I got a B+, Yay!

Umm... It's done now why are you looking at me... Oh I said I would show my very bad poem, ok here you go...

Caged, Caged like a wild animal with chains
Chain, the invisible links attached to my ankles
Hatched onto the small black chair.
Never being able to be free,
to do what I want,
to lay in the sun or watch the stars twinkle at night.
To live, not die in chains
I'm just left here to stare into the nothingness that is the abyss
Not able to be free.
Just to be here, sitting on the small black chair
By the thoughts that are chains
and the shattered soul that is keeping me here.

So you happy now, My bad poem...