all my life, i thought perhaps i was weak and i was plagued by the senselessness of it. i can't handle the storms anymore. i've never been close to giving up and it will never be the same again
but not this time, i whispered as i clenched my fist
but not this time, i whispered as i held my chin up high
because this time, i won't face the storm anymore
and for just a split second,
i am the storm
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 2:46 AM UTC
all my life, i thought perhaps i was weak and i was plagued by the senselessness of it. i can't handle the storms anymore. i've never been close to giving up and it will never be the same again
but not this time, i whispered as i clenched my fist
but not this time, i whispered as i held my chin up high
because this time, i won't face the storm anymore
and for just a split second,
i am the storm
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