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If it wasn’t cold outside, I’de be
out wondering if the sun would
rise again, to bring back
warmth where it was once
healed.
Although it only lasted, I
inhaled the acceptance of my
disgust, blew away the dust
and thought…
Why don’t I just run? ?
Because I am what you call the
survivor.
-JustinW.
Copyright © Justin Williams | Year Posted 2014
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