a storm is coming
and I'm not ready
to be in the eye of the storm
for it's going to leave me unsteady
all I can do, though
is wait for the storm to pass
wait till it's long gone
and just a part of the past
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Dear everyone I knew
PoetryNothing is really What you expect it to be So read between the lines In this poetry And you will understand The story of a girl Who wanted nothing else Than to be loved By at least someone In the world - - - TRIGGER WARNING ON EVERY CHAPTER EXEPT TH...
