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Aug 2016
The lighting flashes in synchrony with the neurons firing rapidly in my pounding skull.
The night sky is exploding within itself,
Reflecting my inner turmoil.
A hopeless omen foreshadowing my misery..
For there will be no relief tonight,
as the thunder rages on in the darkness.
Miss Grim
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Miss Grim  31/F/Rhode Island
(31/F/Rhode Island)   
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