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A bag of wind brewing up a storm. Had gathered it all with all my strength and pride. I had made it my precious possession. Little did I know it was just a bag of wind brewing up a storm. I had made it my treasure, but a bag of wind can only brew up a storm. The fulness of the bag decieved me and I ended thinking I had it all. But it was all a lie I was telling myself. It was just a bag full of wind brewing up a storm. My little precious bag blew and gave me a hurrican. I crushed all my pride and left me with rubble. It was just a lie I was telling myself. I made my believe that my bag was a treasure when it was not. What good could this bag give except a storm which crushed my world. Surely it was just a bag of wind brewing up a storm.
Posted on: Thu, 15 Aug 2013 08:12:32 +0000

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