Witch, Witch You'Re a Witch
That damn feeling which wakes you up early in the morning.
Dreadful dreams playing charades with my mind.
It is useless to know the future
if you cannot do anything about it.
Whether it is karma or a gift I wish it was gone.
Sometimes.
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