Looking at the bright world through the glass,

I don’t know how much time had passed,

Watching and waiting for a chance,

To enter that world, to escape my dark past.

That world seemed bright on the other side,

Though mine was dark and gray.

I searched and searched for a place to hide,

But soon realized I was here to stay.

I held out hope that someone would see,

That someone somewhere would rescue me . . .

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