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Feb 2014
I am a tortured soul,
perhaps a demon calculating a goal!
Trapped in this body,
I feel shoddy...
Just another eternity of melancholy.

Emotions do not exist in my domain,
I simply drain where I reign.
Nothing exists only pain.
No rain ever falls here,
I confess...I am a **seer.
Ito
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Ito  Chicago, IL
(Chicago, IL)   
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