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I listen to the bending of the trees as the wind violently whips through them. How at peace I feel when the weather is violent and anything but a calm full still.
I run my fingers through my long tangled blonde hair. My mind pondering the ways of how I ended up here.
Empty darkness and haunted just like this chaotic room. It's all a mess but something familiar you can't undo.
I watch with a jealousy type of admiration as the lightning strikes. I wish to be as beautiful in even its faintest of light.
The loud rumbles of thunder, the pattering on the window pane. My cries silenced by the heavy fall of rain.
I lay unmoving while the tornado sirens blurred. Unafraid of what may come, a fate I may deserve.
