the storm comes and goes sometime.
it leaves me with a weird feeling evertime.
standing still.
the storm is violent and calm at the same time.
some days i feel tough and stand proud in front of him.
some days he knows how to hurt me.
the storm comes and goes.
but it doesnt go for good,
i always know that he'll keep coming back.
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