"How did it come to this?" he asked, surprised, hurt, disappointed.
"Well," she replied calmly, "A thousand repressed emotions could not be silenced. Not anymore. They turned into a hurricane destroying the whole town, a volcano erupting with rivers of burning lava flowing from it. Don't blame yourself though. It had to happen eventually whether it be today or next week. "
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PoetryIt is not about the destination. It is about the journey. #26 in poetry (Apr 8th 2016) Photo belongs to its rightful owner.
