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Nov 2010
The lighting flashes,
                                           The thunder roars...
Everyone dashes to get in doors.

I stand still as crowds rush by.

I feel an icy chill but couldnt tell you why.
Finally its just me, alone in the rain.
As it should be, I try to wash away the pain.
The freezing water runs down,
My soaking bare skin.

Its better than going back,
                                                    to the life Im stuck in.
Written by
Natasha Twinkle  California
(California)   
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