He was a tornado and she was a hurricane;
the problem was though,
they loved the feel of the rain.
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November Grace
Ever since last year, I've been holding myself together. And I've been doing it well, my friends are happy, they're no longer scared and I'm all put back together now.
I mean I don't feel so much anymore, but that's better. Before it was too much, now it's not.
Although.
Sometimes, I feel like it's not enough.
To just be breathing.
Sometimes, I want to feel alive. But that's a secret.
A secret because lines get blurred with me. Occasionally I think I am trying to feel alive and then everyone starts shouting at me for being reckless.
Reckless.
For example Cole Harrington.
He literally thinks he's a god sent. He is not. He is just another mistake on my list, another dip into chaos.
Because that is what I was searching for when I first saw him, chaos.
And that is half what I got.
HI ALSO IM SORRY I CHANGED FREYA's name to ROSE so if you see a few Freya's on there please ignore I mean Rosie. I will get round to editing I promise.
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Teen FictionSTORY 3 If he was a tornado, she was a hurricane. The problem was though, they both loved the feel of the rain.
