The tears that saturate my pillow make up the ocean I'd swim to get away from your stormy weather take the flood and swim easy the storm clouds that decorate my skies blind the weary eyed by lightning of my own creation the ones of isolation sleep deprivation mental molestation which consumed me and presumed me dead on arrival but how wrong were they?Birth sign: Pisces
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