My life is equal to a disaster. Messy, ruined, and that disaster is a never-ending storm. We were once a stranger destined to either destroy or create each other. We were once a stranger not until the night ended did we become made as one. We were once a stranger crossing the line into lovers and unexpectedly the line is an avalanche of pain and hunger.
How can my screams in a storm be heard?
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