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Oct 2017
Blindsided,
like being struck
by lighting from behind.

Or a car that decided
to ignore the stop sign.

I went through the windshield.
Wrong place, wrong time.

And now here,
I remain. Broken
before I even knew
what hit me..

I could have seen it coming,
but sometimes, we choose to be blind.
Johnnie Rae
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Johnnie Rae  21/F/New Jersey
(21/F/New Jersey)   
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