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Crystal Freda Sep 2017
I stand
as I
look at you.
Feelings
of pain
and shame.
This is nothing new.
Hurt struck
my heart
as I
reminisce.
Sorrow
injures
and
splinters.
This I don't miss.
Storm clouds
beckon me
as lightning
attacks
and
cracks.
All can be quite frightening.

— The End —