We'll see things outside the box,
Exams have past us,
Now I can take off my shoes and socks.
But we're not free yet,
There are things to do,
Smile becomes frown; and
sunny becomes rainy too.
If I could be a bird,
I'll be free and fly elsewhere,
No matter where my friends go,
I'll always be there.
The problem is I'm stuck,
In this body of a 13-year-old,
This poem has come to an end,
To you, there nothing much I told.
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