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The Blanket
Days have passed and I have grown up,
dignity is lost but I have shown up;
Dreams are concised but not clear enough to follow,
unwillingly I have made a boundary full of sorrow;
Freedom has given me all the rights,
still could not manage to express the only side;
As life reminded me how to survive,
I chose carving patterns to feel alive;
When alone in the dark I was playing cards,
breaking the shell they flew apart;
Miserable it was since I could hardly grab one,
turned behind the concept to find the vanished fun;
Drop by drop they filled the gap,
made me strong and sealed the tap;
None of them existed during my struggle,
then the blanket covered me from all the trouble.
