I feel like a creature.
Whoes distress in unforseen.
Only is it seen
When prats must judge.
And put me down.
Will they leave town?
I feel like a crature in ditress.
To be unforseen.
The distress
Kills me inside.
Im to be a crature on forseen.
My distress
Only I shall feel.
Mabey one day
The distressed creature.
Inside of me
Will break free
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