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Feb 2020
I pray for a hurricane,
Come and wash away this pain
Immersed in self-doubt,
No worth in my vein.
I seek comfort on your lap,
It gets colder as the season past.
Come and sweep me if you can,
I thought I  had enough,
But now I want you back.
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