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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() You were a summer storm. Surprising. Intense. Shocking. Thunderous. Gone before I realized I loved you. I never met
a summer storm, before you. No one told me how they arrive without warning. A shift a slight breeze in the air waiting for the most perfectly inconvenient time to appear. Yet, there's something about those summer storms. Something intriguing. Wild. Electrifying. Something truly impossible to walk away from. Except, here's the thing about summer storms: they're erratic. Unpredictable. Ephemeral. Sometimes they just fizzle out and fade away. I fell in love with a summer storm. We were a whirlwind of sparking sputtering crackling effervescent electricity. Outside of a summer storm, lightning only strikes once. They say it's lucky to be alive after touching thunder. But the dirt leaves much to be desired after dancing on air. I'm not so sure if life without a summer storm can really be a life at all. You are a summer storm. Fleeting. Legendary. Breathtaking. Chaotic. Far away as I realize I love you. Comments are closed.
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