I brace myself for the storm, because I can feel it rising, and swelling in my head. I am preparing, and praying for this to pass. The last time I let my guard down, I was knocked off of my feet, and taken under. So I'm waiting, and watching, and steeling my nerves, and heart, and mind. I'm taking precautions, and trying to leave my heart open to releasing the sadness, and closed to take no more in. And I know what is to be expected, and I'm getting ready for it. It is both inevitable, looming, and inescapable. So I wait. I wait.
I'm ready.
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is this about someone or just written in general?
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