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I heard and saw

The lightning touching a tree infront of my eyes, The thunder, Even though it is silcenced, Scares me more. In the back of my head I am sure, It is a sign to me. Yesterday I asked god why the work wouldn't just break apart? I was being hit, And so more. ,,I hate that we look alike. I will do plastic surgery. She always say I should hang myself, I should day. Why shouldn't she die? Die, you die. I would just cry for 3 day and then it is gone." God I understood. Please make it stop.

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