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Apr 18
I was driving down that old road rain pouring down lightning striking all around. I got closer to the place she calls home. I saw her there on the old wood porch the thunder that followed seeing her again shook my heart and mind. I continue on my way as the rain continues to pour and lightning strikes the way through the thunderstorm seeing her again
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Ghost  24/M/Washington
(24/M/Washington)   
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