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i found this old poem i wrote back in year 8 when i had depression

As i look out of the window
Seeing a white blanket for a sky
Watching the gulls eat crumbs of the ground
To their simple lives i cry

For their lifes so easy
Mine so hard
Having so much trouble
Keeping the truth under guard

They soar through the air
I'm restricted to the ground
As they screech as those seagulls do
I listen to their high-pitched sound

As i look out of the windows
The windows where those gulls lie
I see something beautiful,
The way those seagulls fly