Thunderstorm

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Thunderstorm

The soft pitter patter of the rain mimics my tears as I think of all the reasons why I wasn't enough.

And thunder rings deep in my soul, as my heart and mind collide.

The lightning crackles, disrupting my pity party and bringing me back to reality.

My body aches.

Another tearful day.

Another sleepless night.


A/N : hey guys i hope you enjoyed my little pity party but anyways vote and comment pls.

-Chrissy

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