In the first of my days, I went seeking grace,
I went to the school to create my own space.
I wrote something cool, with a spark and desire,
But time turned my laughter to cold, burning fire.
I wrote with sarcasm; the readers grew tired,
They closed every book and quietly retired.
I wrote
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