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You do not want me when you donβt have me, but when you have me you donβt want to lose me.
I am easy to see but no one likes looking at me. Without me there would be no you. I can make you complain or make you happy. But you almost always take me for-granted.
If you drop me I'm sure to crack. But give me a smile and I'll always smile back.
Searing 'cross the pitch-black skies I scream in celebration Yet moments later my outburst through I am naught but imagination.
I'll bring out your bulls and slow your roll. I may even come out of your skull.
What made Cyclops quit teaching?