Tears In A Thunderstorm? Sadness Doesn’t Stand a Chance
The storm will hide her tears, swallow her cries and wash away what comes next. She thinks I’m the broken one, the wounded survivor pushed too far. Let her believe it. By morning, only one of us will be telling the story—and I already know exactly which version they’ll hear.
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