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So you took me
cradled me inside a storm
abusing my thoughts to die
Pattering me so that I no nothing
leaving me to function like a hurricane with no rain
but rather pain
Torn from the debris of feelings
Tormented by the pressure of your nothing
Lied to by a mouth with no lips
Haunted by a spirit that never had life
You patterned my brain to a storm
I passed heal
I am more than just a storm
I am a patterned with a forecast
that has a personalized class
that can out last
any
Brain Patterned Storm
