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Jun 2020
Inside, very deep inside
The very depths of my heart
There is a storm
Out of control
The wind is getting violent
My vision is limited
My ears are ringing
With roaring thunders
Drops of rain begin to hit me
Each one, bringing many more
Very quickly
My clothes are soaked
The wind, now screaming and raging
As if spurred on by the devil
The thunder strikes near
Almost hitting me
With both my hands in front of me
I take a step, then another
Searching for a way out
Of the storm in my heart
We’ve all been through storms. But the hardest storms to go through are the ones in our hearts.
Rey Clarence Naya
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Rey Clarence Naya  19/M
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