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"Oh! Tell me! What is wrong with you?" Well I think that lightning Struck somewhere Caught my blood on fire Bent my body Like tree limbs. "Oh! Tell me! What can I do?" Well I'm trying to put this fire out With gallons of black tea. Maybe you should just Try to pick those fallen branches Up off the ground If you want to be a part Of the disaster relief. "Oh! Tell me! Why are you made of thunderstorms?" Well I'm thinking it's genetic Or maybe the price I have to pay For the tilting angle Of my brain. But don't you worry About this sporadic bit of lightning. After my hurricanes Sunshine always comes. Yes, it does.
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Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 2:38 PM UTC
on a limb
"Oh! Tell me! What is wrong with you?" Well I think that lightning Struck somewhere Caught my blood on fire Bent my body Like tree limbs. "Oh! Tell me! What can I do?" Well I'm trying to put this fire out With gallons of black tea. Maybe you should just Try to pick those fallen branches Up off the ground If you want to be a part Of the disaster relief. "Oh! Tell me! Why are you made of thunderstorms?" Well I'm thinking it's genetic Or maybe the price I have to pay For the tilting angle Of my brain. But don't you worry About this sporadic bit of lightning. After my hurricanes Sunshine always comes. Yes, it does.
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#thunderstorm#anxiety
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Nov 10, 2018
Nov 10, 2018 at 2:38 PM UTC
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