"Storms don't come to teach us painful lessons, rather they were meant to wash us clean." Shannon L. Alder
The world goes gray, like a storm cloud in my head. A tangled mess where reason cannot mend. Defeat hangs heavy, every word unsaid. A tangled web where failures intertwine and bend. This day is a crucible, a test…
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