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Mar 2016
Our heat is rising in this room
My mood breaks as the waves
Destruction is inevitable
You should not have done that
My mind and the wind swirl
Faster and faster, no brakes on this ride
You were not prepared
But you caused this **** anyways
I am a natural disaster
Don't pick up the pieces from my storm
There will be too many to count
My broken heart will never be the same
Written by
Emma Nicole  Kansas
(Kansas)   
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