there is a storm looming i can feel it coming the sound of impending doom the sky turns dark, and i am consumed by it at the very moment i realise that you could never love me. how could i ever think otherwise, as the storm tosses me about twisting me turning me churning me burning me! how i wish it would just finish me put me out of my misery.Birth sign: Capricorn
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