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Nov 2019
As the streetlights flicker,
my face is wet with tears.
As the storm grows thicker,
I try to hide from my fears.

It’s not working.
Thunder isn’t thunder anymore.
It sounds like shouting.
People screaming themselves sore.

I’ll try to hide.
Cower in my bed.
But it sounds like a crashing tide,
and it won’t ******* END.

Stop, I whimpered.
Please, no, I cry.
But I can’t speak louder than a whisper,
no matter how hard I try.
I was in a big one recently and... ****, I was scared shitless...
Lizzie Matthias
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Lizzie Matthias  16/Cisgender Female/Scandinavia 🇩🇰🇸🇪🇳🇴
(16/Cisgender Female/Scandinavia 🇩🇰🇸🇪🇳🇴)   
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