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Aug 2018
Stormchaser, so they call me
but little do they know
I’m the freaking storm, itself
I breathe hurricanes
I spit tidal waves
my voice roars like a thunder
and the lightnings
are my excess prowess

I am a storm
but little do they know
what I’m capable of
Triggered Letters
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Triggered Letters  28/M/Philippines
(28/M/Philippines)   
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   Georgia parry
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