I wish I could wash you off my skin cause you itch me and here I go again, entertaining the thought of all the ways you gain control and I lose it to hours of questions and wonders and I sit in doubt and search in pain and feel the way I felt last time it rained, but in ego's presence what else can I do but hate, wait, relate and be it's bait...
(c) 2011 Ebony Larijani
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