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[w]ill

is it bad

that i wish

you ill

just so you

would

learn how it

feels?

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★ i’ll ☆

♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪

ill.

how everyone

speaks of me

how they think

my mind is.

the silly child

with dreams

in the cloud

and wings on

the ground.

but this halo

of mine shall

shine again

and soon with

the skies i am

their friend.

the fall was

painful but i’m

made of stars

not ashes nor

welted scars.

they call me

absentminded

but i’m a dreamer

and i emerge to

be the winner.

it’s pretty much

how everyone

speaks of me, but

it’s not ill.

it’s not i’ll either.

it’s i will.

♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪

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