part 52 - snow in march

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I felt like I was the snow in March
That everybody loathes, but tolerates
I had no choice, I was who I was
And the people knew; full of hate

Yes, I was suffering at cold days
Because I couldn't just stop
I wish I was only the the rain
But I was the pain of humanity instead

I hated to watch myself to be this cold
More than the humans themselves
If there was a way to stop being myself
I'd gladly accept it and leave with your help.

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