Turmoil
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Complete Fri, Jul 1, 20162h 36m
""And you see, maybe people, maybe we're like those cars. We meet others, we crash, some crashes more powerful than others, we change. Impact. It means the death of something, doesn't it?"
Tim : (adjective), a writer who's feelings are pressed into paper
Lorraine :( pronoun) , a girl with a voice who's never heard
Phoenix :(noun), an artist too scared to leave the rules behind
Atlanta :( verb) , a girl about which stories are written.
When people get tired of words, they make up their own definations. All four of them, fundamenally unsound, shattered. All running, some from things, some from people. But Camp Turmoil is not a place you run to hide. Turmoil is cruel. Turmoil is gentle.
No one escapes it.
Who will go under?
Who will give in to the turmoil inside?
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