This is the poem that I and my group wrote when Trusty was in charged:
Mother,
I’ve had enough
Enough is enough
Things are no longer right for me
Even though everything seems to be right
I’ve had enough
I want to have my own life
The way I wanted to
Life is so unpredictable, yet it is stated
And I let the wind
To set me free
Through the window I see
What do we know?
What do we think we know?
What do we want to know?
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