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Dec 2018
The air is calling out to you
The wind is screaming your name
The trees want a word.
Please, they’re begging you.
Listen.
Look I’m gonna be real it took me 3 seconds to write this I can’t sleep
Written by
Bella  13/F/louisiana
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