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I don't have very many dreams or goals that most people have, some that are definitely unreachable, but worth striving for. Every now and then I write a story in my head or pen a poem down. The only way I know how to express myself through words is through my writing.

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Deserted

Skies dark with angry clouds
Rain pounding pavement like fists
Thunder cracks as a whip
Bloodcurdling scream echoes
The street deserted
You are alone.

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