I'm glad my emotions don't control the weather, as if they did the world would be smothered with a thick, suffocating fog.
There would often be rain and rarely some rays of sunlight breaking through the clouds.
I would feel bad for those who lived on the world with me as they would have to deal with the extreme weather caused by my anger.
They would wait in fear for the monthly light show that could potentially kill them.
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night time poetry
Poetry*Poetry and quotes I come up with when I'm supposed to be asleep* Most are quite short so the last chapter will be all of them combined They will get better and most will be triggering I will update occasionally but I'm marking as complete Please v...
