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I have since learned how to temper the storm that is me. On the outside at least. Inside however the wind still rages. The waves still beat with an unforgiving furry. I have not known stillness in quite some time. With stillness, peace has also been a stranger. Every day I fear that the storm I have caged will break free and show the world it’s wrath.

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Published: Nov 6, 2022
LinesWords: 867

Notes: I bought a book whose prompt was to write about a storm.
Tags: #turmoil #storm #wrath #emotions

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