Dear Friend,
Broken, alone. The days full of rain. There is no sunshine.
Will the downpour end?
Floods covers me from head to sole. Wind blows harder without end. The uprooting of vehicles, trees, and homes is my lot in life, the loss of everything.
Grief and the Reaper embraces me. In death shall we unite beyond the shadows on the wall.
I drive into the eye of the storm begging for mercy.
My life: one long detour. I keep getting stuck in the mud.
This letter to more than a friend comes to an end.
Sincerely,
By The One
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