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Is it the rain or my tears?
Is it the sound of music, or of my cries?
My feelings are like my burned heart.
Burning for the past, thought I cannot grasp.
I try to let go, but then I have to ask. Why do you say?
No, no! No, don't go! You're my medicine! You're my medicine.
I will always love you, my savior. But I must fly alone,
after I grow up I will return to visit you,
Since you saved my life.

(lyrics from E.via's song "My Medicine", but mine too starting at the "Burning for the past part.) +=+ Thank you for reading, means so much to me.