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Oct 2014
Under a broken tree,
awaits a thin looking me.
staring off in the sky,
staring pretty high.
i await under its leaves,
being protected by this tree..
Thunder striked quite hard,
for a moment i let down my guard.
fear entered my head,
and quickly started to spread.
then i remembered that time,
where the sun always shined.
back In the days,
before everyone went their own ways...
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