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This is another poem I did in class (please read the other one I wrote before you read this one) I hope you like it :)

They know, but yet

They know, but yet, I'm here

They know, but yet, I'm alive

They know, but yet, they trust me

They let me live

and set me free,

trust me with their child.


They trust me even though

they called me a psycopath

I see their reason.


They know, but yet, I'm still here,

not dead, still alive.

Running, surviving, returning.

Living off the descarded remnants MI6 has thrown down.

Rising 'till people know my name

and I throw down the scraps.

But yet, there are people above me,

throwing down remnants for me to climb.


I was climbing when they dropped me.

Now their watching me plumet to the ground.

But now, I'm climbing,

back up to the top,

clawing my way to power and regognition.

But I don't want those things. 

I want to survive.

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