Some of us have rainclouds.
I have my own personal storm.
Its radius extends a few feet around me, so I tell people about it, to keep them safe. It isn't long before everyone knows about it.
Every day, I wake up and spend the day in my bunker, because I fear a piece of shrapnel or a stray lightning bolt will hurt me.
Nobody else is ever in the bunker, but that's fine. They're not in the storm, so they don't need to worry.
Every day, all I hear is the sound of the wind, and the rain, and the shrapnel, and the chaos, endlessly.
Is this all there is?
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PoetryA Wattpad-exclusive. I was inspired by DDLC for these, and I decided to post them here because it'd be cool to have some feedback.
