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 Would I live my life over? 
I've lived my life 
in the days of tremendous apprehension. 
thunder strikes abound 
slicing my life 
into those whom I care for 
but have no reason to harm 
with truth. 
Thunder once amused me 
staring up into the clouds on my back 
tornado sirens sounding 
shredding the silence 
but I knew no difference 
the terrible strikes hit 
with reality. 
These are wasted days 
absent of affection 
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