Dramatically Stuck

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I'm a ghost in a storm,
A pull, a push,
Tear a little more.

The rain cuts through me like blades,
The wind doesn't blow me away.

I'm a ghost,
In a storm,
Invisible and alone.

How can you watch me be torn apart,
By a fault that is your own?

Do you love me or not,
Can't you see how this holds me a lot?
Can't you see how this tears up my soul?

Your stealing all my control.
Overall, you're just stealing me.

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