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like a flamingo in a flock of pigions or a swan in a group of ducks i go thro the day. i walk alone in the school hallway and eat alone surrownded by many people. the days tun to nights and i lay in bed and stare out the window at the moonlit tree. i try to sleep but dream of home, the place i left and want to return. it seems so far away and i miss the life i knew.
this is a poem i wrote about missing wisconsin. and its true. all of it. it might make you sad but i think im depressed. so i had to express that.
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