A Storm
A storm is heavy, its not very steady, tho i keep going it makes me very dready
hearing it roaring through the sky, is like a blast through my mind
feeling the raging of my pain tho i let it go, i keep my mind a float.
A storm is like the color red, but instead it reminds me of a broken heart
feeling the rage of all this pain, now i wonder when will this ranging storm go away.
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