you

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you were the storm.

you made a mess out of my thoughts, my plans, my live.
you ripped everything apart and huddled it together again.
you came quickly and were gone even faster, but the damage you caused couldn't be mended.

you took all my possessions away from me, without replacing them, without feeling bad about your deeds.
you only played with me before moving on to other destinations, substituting me without flinching.
you wrecked my trust, you dashed my dreams.

your dark clouds always bode ill, cautioning me against your imminent cloudbursts, raving hailstorms and howling squalls, which were progressively breaking down both my physical and mental walls.
your fleecy clouds always seemed fraudulent, like a quiescent monster waiting to be awoken by the slightest inconvenience, eager to turn into a vandalising beast.

you were the storm.

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