I believe it must be raining in Atlanta
but there is no control for that
the washing of a soul requires
some response from me
but I make no claim to the answers
which you seek
the dreams with which I understand
enlighten none but me
and the truths which I speak are my own
in mythical proportions I am nothing
yet I am
and I believe it must be raining in Atlanta
the tears are not my own
and there is no control for that
Reason for writing:
My personal life gift is one of empathy, the ability to completly feel and understand those around me,...or half way around the world. People seldom understand the limits and rules of such a gift...nor sometimes do I...
Birth sign: Virgo
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