Through a Storm Cloud
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Shortly after my long relationship with a young man who had severe depression ended, I wrote this on my phone as an outpouring of my feelings. I recently found it again while scrolling through my phone, and thought I'd share it. It means a lot to me - those were my raw emotions at the end of a long and difficult time
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Poetry #49 / Short Story #62
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