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A Toy
I cry out as I am stopped, The way is blocked again, I feel that if I fail once more, My life will forever end. So close am I to my goal, So close to reciving the prize, I can feel it in my hands, Can see it with my eyes. Let me stretch one more inch, And then be pulled away, I fell I am being taunted, Some object of play. |
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