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Inner Turmoil


I feel it begin, the drip drop of the rain, The ominous storm, soon to devour my soul, My heart screams denial, it crushes my chest, The hot rain beats down, I lose all control, I tremble in anger, My emotions overtake me, A flood of tears surround me, I can't catch my breath, I fight as I drown, I no longer see the surface, Darkness overwhelms me, As I await death, Then it emerges, A small seed of hope, It begins to grow, vines sew me together, I look at the sun, The warm rays envelop me, I smile, close my eyes, and await the bad weather.
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Rachelle Manuel
Thank you! :)
thedayknight
<p>beautiful</p>

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