Lightning
Sparks dance behind you eyes
Spark of truth and creativity
Yet you still cry
The power of lightning on your fingertips
Flooding your mind
Creating the light that blinds the eyes of others
Yet you mourn
What are you grieving over?
The loss of your humanity?
Humans can't think
Humans can't feel
Humans can't see the truth
But you can
Does that mean that you are less human?
Maybe you should use your brilliant, non human mind
To think on this for a moment
An hour, a month, a year, a decade, a lifetime:
Maybe you are more human than anyone you have ever known
xXBullet4MyValentineXx Community Member 
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