"Summer Day"
She was alone, all alone on that dismal day in June. You ask how can a summer day be dismal? It can be, she knows for a fact. Her sorrow sent tremors through the soil. Yet she was happy, proving that her emotions were a whirlwind. She couldn’t separate happiness from sadness, anger from grief. She seemed okay on the outside but she had what one would call “inner turmoil”. A cliché term that seems to fit her feelings. He made her happy, or so she thought. Was it her who was preventing her love of him or was he pushing her away? She couldn’t tell, but it no longer mattered. He didn’t love her anymore, and never would again. It was a dismal summer day.
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