Tempest Thoughts
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Ongoing18m
Last published Sun, May 25, 2014
The hurricane is in my mind. The simple sadness, the anxiety and the abysmal tears that brew in my mind. Darkness, tears, scars and fear all inside me. This is my safe haven, this is my bunker, where the hurricane circles around me. Even though it hurts, the pain makes me what I am, even though I'm not sure what I am or if I like it.
Welcome to the storm that is me.
Our thoughts are tempest
This is the storm
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