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Ahead of me are storm clouds gathering. Gathering violently. I can't escape this each time. My time to leave. My time to run, I'm sorry I just can't outrun it this time. But in the nic of time, I get swept up. There's no way to get out of it now. These storm clouds are of a different variety. Ones full of different emotions. Ones full of hate. No matter how hard you try, You can't outrun family.
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Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 4:56 PM UTC
Storm Clouds
Ahead of me are storm clouds gathering. Gathering violently. I can't escape this each time. My time to leave. My time to run, I'm sorry I just can't outrun it this time. But in the nic of time, I get swept up. There's no way to get out of it now. These storm clouds are of a different variety. Ones full of different emotions. Ones full of hate. No matter how hard you try, You can't outrun family.
MomoSadina
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Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 4:56 PM UTC
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