𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄: 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋.

sometimes you feel like a storm trapped inside skin,
and you can't quite explain the lightning in your voice
or the tsunami in your eyes,
because no one asks for a hurricane
when they can barely handle a little rain
─ Tarrasheree.