She's a muffled storm,
raging from within.
Lightning and thunderstorm.
She says softly
"Loneliness is
oh so lovely."
The louder others are,
the quieter she is.
Her feelings a blur.
She says now
"suppression
is my crown."
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Little Things in Life
Casuale"I hate a Roman named Status Quo!" - Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury
