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I wish a hero would come and safe me, Let me live and be free. Like in the books i used to read, Before i finally fled. Now i'm running, But they are cunning. No matter what i do, They always burst through. I finally did it, And they left me for a bit. They came back full force, It felt coarse. As they made me suffer, But it made me tougher. Now i stand strong, And wonder what i did wrong. | ||||||||||||||
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