The Storm

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I can feel it getting closer,
I can feel the power radiating,
I can feel it's hunger,
To swallow me whole.

I won't let it destroy me,
I will stand strong,
Head held high and hair pulled back,
Ready to face it, to beat it.

It doesn't matter who wins,
All that matters is who survives.

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