This madness, the intoxication, a storm waiting to break out, I carried all these for you, while you walk through the garden, peaceful and at ease, picking up the fruits fallen on the ground, and smelling the few flowers left on the branches, wondering about the storm last night that caused it, and for a moment you think you understand the raging soul behind the storm, you shiver and walk on trampling the broken branches and leaves,

The storm had failed again…

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