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The Storm


 

I sat there in silence,not a word in mind

Hands as cold as ice,

Couldn’t even feel the frost bite 

I was use to this feeling...

 

       Emptiness 

Hits you like a train 

Until it’s too hard to maintain 

Crying at night 

Trying to grasp a hold of your life with all your might

You wanna talk,

But you can’t find the words

Until all there is, is to sit in silence.

Hoping someone might hear your silent cries 

But then again how could someone hurt you with all those lies 

The world is against you

That snow storm building up inside

Until...

Finally you break

But eventually that snow melts

And the people you love, will help

Things take time 

Life will straighten out, like one long line

So the next time you feel that storm, 

Don’t you dare feel torn

I’m here

I’ve felt that storm. 

 

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_cierra.dawnnnn_
<p>I don&#39;t want to comment.</p>
_cierra.dawnnnn_
<p>You will probably hate this, judge it, and I don&#39;t care.&nbsp;</p>
_cierra.dawnnnn_
<p>You will probably hate this- but enjoy ;)</p>

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