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Mar 2015
It rushes over like a lively river.
Flowing and crashing violently.
Destroying anything it wants.
Taking anything it desires.
Clearing a path.
Sadness rushes like the river.
Destroys you.
Sweeps you away instantly.
It numbs your body.
The cold water of sadness takes you away.
And replaces you.
With a dull, blank mold of yourself.
Quentin House
Written by
Quentin House  Willard, MO.
(Willard, MO.)   
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