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Dec 2012
I really don't care to go down this road
It tend to put an ache on my soul
And a quake on my heart
A cyclone in my mind
A tornado as my spine
And... flood into my eyes
I don't think I can weather this letter
You telling me I have to get used to not seeing you?
Talk about a cold front that's moving through
And the fog that hog the image of my future
Everyday I try to stand in the midst of this blizzard
I ran out of tissue because the precipitation have gotten denser
My life gets even more polar when I think about why you get to feel so tropical...
Sub-zero temperatures every time I think logical
Why the enjoyment of your seasons get to be at leisure?
Skirts, dresses, blouses, sneakers
And I have on layers and layers of clothes just to stay unfroze
I suppose that since I didn't do it, then he
Had to propose
**** I DIDN'T WANNA THINK ABOUT THAT
(Goosebumps filled my arms as I mourn)
You were too adamant on that type of gathering
We didn't relate, then you escaped
If you lost love how come it wasn't staggering?
I'm watching the hurricane through my window and my demeanor is static
Now I'm swaying side to side
Neck deep in tides, and I can't even panic
I swam away from the rescuer that attempted to save me from this tragedy
I told her to toss the life saver Gradually
Im suffering from this casualty
Yet I never speak with Blasphemy
Even though the forecast keep harassing me
...
We were in the eye of a category 5...
And I was the only one worried about a catastrophe
Damaré M
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Damaré M  Richmond , Ca
(Richmond , Ca)   
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