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The Storm


I looked up to the sky sweat drops heavy breathing am I heart stops I can't believe coming our way what I see TROUBLE RUN or do we stand my legs are weak leash in hand eyes looking meek so telling We knew it was coming when does it stop? Do I have the power? Can we find shelter? So many questions No time to answer RUN Mind racing Who can help? Keep running It is hard to see the way through the storm when you are running from it. Be strong
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