hurricane.
everytime i feel that wave coming coming to crash into my mind my body shivers as the wave smashes against me it feels like a punch to the face one drop two drops three drops four my body is covered in blood polluting the ocean turning everything red as the waves carry me away I think of how my mother said everyone has a purpose. I rethink that over and over again everyone has a purpose everyone has a purpose everyone has a purpose everyone has a purpose could this really be my purpose? am I really destined to feel this way forever? was I created to house my issues and everyone elses? I've found that I will never feel the peace that I strive for I will never feel safe I will never feel stable I will always be a ship lost at sea being pummeled by hurricane after hurricane maybe it's my fault, maybe I am the hurricane.
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