I am not the sky

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I wish, oh how I wish that all my emotions could just come raining and crashing down and then turn to ice. Ice to those who hurt me would freeze and be at deaths gates. And once the raging storm is finished...I shall let my hearts sun shine upon those who did me no wrong, to let them live in happiness free from hurt. But that can never happen because I am not the sky, and there is no such world where hurt and anger do not exist.

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