Storm
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She cursed. Again. Life seemed to play a joke on herㅡkeeping on throwing storms her way. Her energy was drained; she had been fighting obstacle by obstacle she was facing. Now she had to face another storm, yet her body felt weak that she felt afraid she could no longer fight.
She cursed. Again. This time followed by a heavy sigh that voiced out how tired she was. This storm was the biggest one yet. In that pivotal moment she decided she would have to surrender or she would have fallen into unconsciousness should she try to make a move.
She didn't get to continue her fight. So she let herself get sucked into the storm, spinning fast and hard, following the movement of the storm. Before she closed her eyes, she realized how careless she had been to forget why storms were named after people.
She failed to notice that the storm could be a man in disguise.
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Midnight Thoughts ✔
Poetry"Writing can heal us too." ㅡ Midnight Thoughts is a collection of poems, real life conversations, fictional stuff, unsent letters, and most importantly, thoughts. This is for the ones who haveㅡ ...had their hearts broken. ...gone through bad breakup...
