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Oct 2015
I told you that I was a hurricane.
I told you that if you got too close,
I would wreck you.
But, you didn't listen.
Why didn't you listen to me?
Now it's too late,
and I've done the damage.
I wrecked your heart,
like storms tear homes apart.
They never mean to,
it's just habitual.
I never meant to break you.
But, I did.
You should have listened.
Hurricanes are named after girls like me.
Written by
Emma Jones
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