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As the tears run down my face
I start to really think about how I got here.
Remembering things are like bees
Stinging my heart.
The feelings are like on avalanche
Devouring me whole.
My body's like a marionette
Going which ever way you want me to go.
My mind is like a radio
channeling every memory.
My memories are like a movie
Rewinding, fast forwarding, and replaying over and over.
My hands are an earthquake
Shaking uncontrollably.
My words are like a tsunami
Devastating those that have been effected.



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