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May 2
It's raining.
I'm scared.
I bury my head in the ground.
The soft wet earth moves
engulfing my whole head.
Cold,
I try to breathe beneath the organic dirt that fills the spaces in my nose,
smelled the earthy scent
until no more.
Tingle,
as the muddy water runs through my ears
I feel the rain
pouring on my body outside.
Noises are behind.
Comfortably hidden
Yet these thoughts
still linger.
Enia
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Enia  25/F/Philippines
(25/F/Philippines)   
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