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Living with Lyssa
I live in a house with a girl called Lyssa.
She screams a lot,
I tell her to smile, to laugh.
I tell her that good things can happen.
I tell her that I wish she would feel better.
This only makes her cry more.
And scream a little louder.
Our house is small, and only one of us can be in it at a time.
I live there mostly when it’s sunny
and I plant flowers.
I live there until a rain cloud arrives, and Lyssa comes to take my place.
Sometimes even, I have to leave sooner.
She has tendencies of showing up unexpectedly.
And killing the flowers I planted.
I’ve told her to leave,
that I can’t live with her anymore because her rain falls too often.
But she always comes back,
and I’m just afraid one day,
she won’t leave.
Lyssa is the ancient goddess of insanity
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