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Sep 2016
I've got the perfect body,
yet I wish I was somebody,
I've got the perfect voice,
yet I feel I have no choice.
I have the perfect life for someone else...

I hide in the shadows in the daylight.
I only come out at night.
My soul is a black hole,
with only one goal...
to absorb the light you possess.

My heart is scarred from trying to love,
I can make a heart stop with a quick shove.
Never caught in the dark,
it's my birthmark.
**Etched to exist in constant joy to sin.
Ito
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Ito  Chicago, IL
(Chicago, IL)   
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