Remember.

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I remember.

I remember the storm.

I remember sitting in the dark,
Driving down a moon lit road.

I remember when the first wave hit.

I remember.

I remember what it felt to be alone.
To be surrounded physically, but so alone inside.

I remember how I got home and it all came like the storm it started with.

I remember my sobs.

I remember the pain, only because it never left.

I remember begging to some higher force to save me.

I remember knowing that I couldn't be saved.

I remember crying myself to sleep that night, hoping that morning would wash the storm away.

But it never did.
It raged on.

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