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Jun 2018
when you're sad,
you start to cry
and maybe this is the hurricanes of your mind
letting out streams and streams.
And I've noticed,
when you're mad,
you start to sigh,
the storms' wind that's searching to find
any way to be close to you.

-EP
If I was as beautiful as you when I cried, I'd do it a **** lot more
EP
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