August 25
K I M B E R L E Y'S P O V
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E A S T G R E E N B U G
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R O A D S I D E
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The wind rushed passed my side of the window and I felt the coldness that it brings with it. It seems like it peace. But there is actually no peace. My eyelashes flutter in it as another on comes to pass my window. I open my eyes to meet the grey time of the day. It is just a few hours past dawn I guess. I dart my eyes to the sky and the grey clouds and my eyes gets lost in it.
I begin to sink gently into my thoughts as my eyes keeps sinking further into the clouds. I have so many things bothering me right now. I miss my parents so much, and I just hope they'll find a way to get out of the house s
