"I am not a nice girl.
I am not sunshine and flowers and clear skies.
Rather, I am thunder and lightening and pouring down rain.
I am a hurricane, and sometimes I terrify myself with the mess that I so often become.
I am not easy to love, for I will push you away and refuse to let you love me, rather than wake up one morning to discover you dead -
struck by my lightening, drowned in my river, deafened by my storm.”
I am not sunshine and flowers and clear skies.
Rather, I am thunder and lightening and pouring down rain.
I am a hurricane, and sometimes I terrify myself with the mess that I so often become.
I am not easy to love, for I will push you away and refuse to let you love me, rather than wake up one morning to discover you dead -
struck by my lightening, drowned in my river, deafened by my storm.”
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