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You see the storm
coming on the horizon.
You're immobile with fear.
The lightning flashes revealing all your flaws.
Their words hurt like claws.
Your beginning to lose hope, and the rain begins to fall.
Dont let them get to you.
They're just jealous and enjoy watching you suffer.
There's always a rainbow at the end of the storm.
You sit in your corner wishing the storm would go away.
The tears begin to fall like a million raindrops.
Your heart is ripping itself apart.
But the thunder only gets louder, the lightning
The rain comes pouring down.
Never give up even when everything
You cant take anymore
and then you walk into the storm.
You face the wind,
You face the thunder
A ray of hope penetrates the dark clouds
You see the rainbow and you know everything is going to be alright.
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