In days like this where the sky cries its heart out and tears come banging on my door
Bluster of memories echo through my spine, reaches deep, pierces the core
It wakes me up like I had slept for too long
Tornado of emotions, too wild, too strong
I try to steady myself clutching too hard on my bone
I struggle but let go because I know I can't survive my own CYCLONE.
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