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Rated: E · Poetry · Personal · #2103965
Last night a place I grew to love burend to the grownd. Pigeon Forge is in Heaven.
Mountian is on fire.
There is smoke in my car.
The dread of living.
A life no longer is mine.
My perspective is askew.
You keep telling me, but I don't know what to do.
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