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Dec 2012
They all said it would end.
A thick, dark blanket would cover us.
Blind us.
Suffocate us.
And that would be
it.

I couldn't believe it was true,
Until tonight.

As the rain falls and the winds blow,
Thunder reminds my soul,

We are not invincible.

We will end.

But,
not tonight,
we will
*live.
Z
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Z
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