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A Cry for Help
The abandoned soul shouts out to the world
Curses its name, threatens to remove,
But nothing shouts in return;
No solutions or answers for the suffering,
The only sound echoing round Earth are its cries;
Only reminents of a response, are its own.
The idea sparked a flame in its fading fire,
And it let out a soothing melody
Sure to sate its demands for decades to come.
