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The Storm.

Sometimes, you become a mess. It may be the happiest of days, but you just collapse, and suddenly it’s 3 am and your sobbing but you honestly do not know why. 229 more words


Suburban Regret.

You are a storm, confined to the pedestals of your predecessors, waiting to burst and throw your anger at every person who enraged you.
You are a mess of stars, beautiful in the chaos of the sky, in the chaos of your seemingly monotonous life. 76 more words