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My Serch I'm serching for someone. The trees loom over my head. My eyes are open, but they feel shut. This road in front of me is long. But, still I go on. I can hear the loud clap of thunder, And smell the scent of rain blowing in the wind. I do not let my legs tremble for I do not fear. I've been down this lonely road before. You could almost say we are friends. No, we are closer. Some might say I gave birth to this forsaken road. Yet, still I search. I cry out your name into the black abyss! All I hear is an echo in return. My own voice mocks me. The storm begins. The road goes on. The trees grow taller. My search for you continues. By: T.J. Tom 2/5/2020

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