Storms
May 19, 2022
Every hour of fear I spend,
my body tries to cry.
Living through each empty night,
a deadly call inside.
So I try to say goodbye, my friend;
I'd like to leave you with something warm,
But never have I been a blue calm sea--
I have always been a storm.
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