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it is not my shame for i am proud of love nor is it my fear that rises above above my wings that ache your name above my eyes that avoid your gaze the one they long for
I've never written a rap before
When I sit in school, I want to fly away. Up to the stars, To soar past Mars, I'd like to leave and play. This class is dumb, My brain is numb, My eyes are going blurry. My pen is dead,
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