The storm

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She tears herself down,
Booking everyone out,
Never saying a word.
She thinks of the days,
Where she would maybe be happy,
A day where he world would be brighter.
But darling, how can you have a rainbow,
When you gave up on the storm.

-This was one of my friends poems-

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