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Dawn rushed out of the windows as the startling sunset shone brightly over my tormented body; it blinded me with its immense beams of light. I could hear the endless, turbulent clatter of the rain as the wind howled like a pack wolfs .Tears rolled down my smooth, nectary, and soft cheeks. I struggled to push myself, the pain was immense, and it blistered throughout my body. I walked aimlessly. Every step I took echoed vigorously throughout the hallway. I tugged at the door as a gush of wind led me into the wilderness.

My eyes led into the deep, crystal blue sky as it rested upon the same prodigious, The same luxurious, vibrant rainbow my parents and I gazed at for endless hours, It sent shivers down my spine, tears rolling like a storm down

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