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I guess one could say
I'm tired of feeling like a hurricane.
My center is calm, even awe-inspiring,
but I'm mostly made of
violent gusts of wind.
Destroying everything,
and everyone in my path.
Giving a bitter taste to my name
to all those who encountered me
at my worst.
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