hurricane
There's always a rainbow after the storm but
for me it's the opposite becasue you fill my
heart with color, every color that paints this
beautiful world.
Then reality waits for the perfect moment to
strike and tear a whole in my chest; the storm
fills every part of my being until I am just
black and white
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