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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. 

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