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The rain is gone.
The trains are gone...
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I do not wish to live
but my mom's illness...
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Is love ever perfect?
Or is it often blind...
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I was hurt,
I speak...
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Straight like an arrow,
the vigor of my postures...
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Now is the point that
the past and prospect fasten...
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Let me be a monster.
Then I can trust...
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To break free from
existential spin, I will...
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Love yourself... when it’s hard...
See the beauty in parts...
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Day
and night...
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There once was an extravagant tree
Strong and tall with...
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Spider weaves the
net. You walk in the named...