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Alive
Colorful and alive,
Is what I used to be.
Now my color is fading,
As I'm getting older.
I once was part of a barn,
Held my head up high,
As I kept everything together.
Now I sit inside a classroom,
Watching kids pass me by
Everyday,not even noticing who I am.
They look at me like a
Block of wood with no meaning.
But I once did have one,
That they don't even know or care about.
So I sit here,
Waiting and waiting,
To have one last chance to be alive.
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