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Sep 2016
I'm not human...
But i'm not a ghost...
I'm something that just can't be seen by the human eye...
No one can touch me...
I'm invisible...
But i'm still there...

What am I you ask?

Well i'm something made of sorrow tears like a rain storm...
From pure anger like a blazing fire...
Made of despair destroying everything in it's path...

I'm something but nothing...

I'm the real you...
We all have that someone in are heads... No one can hide it...
Francis T
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Francis T  Richmond Viginia
(Richmond Viginia)   
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