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natural disasters
it was a hurricane,
it was.
crushing down hard on me
pulling me out of control
spinning me in circles
tearing me apart
stealing my breath.
taking with it,
everything of me.
that love was a fucking
hurricane,
because it lasted
like nothingseconds
but had taken with it
my everything.
it was.
crushing down hard on me
pulling me out of control
spinning me in circles
tearing me apart
stealing my breath.
taking with it,
everything of me.
that love was a fucking
hurricane,
because it lasted
like nothingseconds
but had taken with it
my everything.
Published 10th Jan 2010
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2nd May 2014 5:11pm
2nd May 2014 10:48pm
definitely not...
that love was meant to end the way all disasters end; full of debris and broken bones.
coming out of it and finding new love was completely my doing
and i am so glad he had nothing to do with it anymore.
that love was meant to end the way all disasters end; full of debris and broken bones.
coming out of it and finding new love was completely my doing
and i am so glad he had nothing to do with it anymore.
