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I woke up and felt like writing a little bit. I hope you enjoy it.  A short analysis about the text is right under it.  I wish, I just wish for...I don't know, I just wish all the blinding light imprisoned within me burst out with the force and roar of a volcano,  and that my muffled cries and tears could transform into oceans, I just wish, I just wish for my immortal soul to be released from this temple of yours,  yet my time is not yet to come, and my understanding, capricious, doesn't seem to understand, let your light shine like a beacon of hope to which my constitution would long for,  to which I would go to, even in the darkest hours, even when the moon wails at night. I wish I could transform my strength into summer storm, mighty and powerful, quenching your thirst, calming your squirmy soul. Let me be a storm, made of iron and stone,  so I can subjugate my sadness as the day dies out in a sunset, and that just by drawing you in the wind, you would c...