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May 2016
I'm a symptom of life
I cry when it rains
And my mind is wet.
I write when I die
Each emotion
Larger than life.
Nothing can make
You love me,
Like I want
You to.

Even then,
It's a struggle to define.

Being as I am.
wandabitch
Written by
wandabitch  Promethea
(Promethea)   
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     Jason James, Lior Gavra and moemoe
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