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Storms are coming and I Only want it to stop Flood is all over the room and I am Swept by the streams Words are filling my brain “Will you stop thinking?” Thank God someone said that, “I’ll help you in your healing.” Voices are inconsistent and I Am finding out how should they be gone Or should they be gone? Static, I don’t know What to do but, I am Writing thunderstorms by now Hoping for a sunrise to come Hoping that self will stride, fighting.
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Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 11:19 PM UTC
Thunderstorms
Storms are coming and I Only want it to stop Flood is all over the room and I am Swept by the streams Words are filling my brain “Will you stop thinking?” Thank God someone said that, “I’ll help you in your healing.” Voices are inconsistent and I Am finding out how should they be gone Or should they be gone? Static, I don’t know What to do but, I am Writing thunderstorms by now Hoping for a sunrise to come Hoping that self will stride, fighting.
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Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 11:19 PM UTC
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