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Jun 2016
I think the rage is gone now.
I feel clean
Like fresh laundry.

My moody storms are over.
I'm still now
As a mountain.

The tears have completely dried.
I am wind
Blowing through sand.

I sit in an oasis
Waiting for
The next big storm.
Roisin Sullivan
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Roisin Sullivan  24/F/United States
(24/F/United States)   
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