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Hot day

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There the sun was just blazing with it's rays of heat. My face pouring down with sweat, my hair changing colors from the unbearable amount of heat thused down upoun it. My scap dry as the dirt beneathe my feet. My lips are falling apart, there sheding, within 2minutes i will have no skin to protect them. The soul of my shoes are melting on to the pravment, the heals of my feet are on fire. My boby and my very soul is fading away. I break down to my knee's to weak to hold my own body weight. The sun has won. i have now become one of the dry crumbuled up plants longing for water.





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