Help me,
I have little time left.
I need to go far away from this place,
Somehow,
Somewhere,
Before I decide
And ruin my life.
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Kisa's Poetry
What makes me do my ways? Maybe you'll find out by entering, if you dare...
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The Healer of Lost Souls
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As I look up to the moon, black feathers rest upon my head.
I then grow my wings to join them.
I then grow my wings to join them.