" I never trusted myself around him. He was one of those hurricane people, who unknowingly comes into your life and destroy everything they come close to, leaving you broken and shatter in the rubble of what use to be, picking up the pieces. The only way to survive his hurricane was to stay in the eye and let him consume me. I couldn't trust myself around him because even thought he was a hurricane, I wanted nothing more than to willing be consumed by him. I wanted him to destroy me and everything before him, because none of it mattered anymore. There was no going back, not after seeing the chaos in his eye and the rage in his heart. There was no turning back from his smile; full of hope and possibilities. "
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for the lost
Poetryfor the lost ones, who are trying to be found. for the lost ones surrounded by darkness,who need a light to guide them.
