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2d
Maybe you will survive
when the storm is over but
you will never be the same.
It will leave you broken and scattered,
like the ruins of a city and
uprooted like its trees.
Only a wasteland will remain,
to which you will have to
refill with lessons learnt.
Mitch Prax
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Mitch Prax  32/M/Australia
(32/M/Australia)   
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