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Jun 2015
I can't stop shaking it's like there's a tornado in my body slowly building up and eventually it breaks everything in it's path. You see most people despise tornadoes just because of what we do. But there area those few who like us and they chase and chase us but never come close enough, to get to know us because we could explode at any second. Once the tornado is out of me I look at everything that I've destroyed. The people and the relationships. And all those people who were chasing me literally do not care any more. I am not crying or screaming so why bother paying attention. See that's the thing about us tornadoes. Whenever we're in a bad state we're all anybody cares about. But when were calm and not screaming. No one gives a single **** about us.
Written by
Kyla Martin  Canada
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