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โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ” โ›Diary!โœ

โ›She's a tempest in disguise.โœ

A chaotic breeze that tore through the calm of my world without even noticing me. What type of powerful black magic is that? She never glanced at me, yet still threw a hurricane over me.

She wanders with a stupid smile, stirring a storm within me. Never acknowledging the black magic she cast!

The storm's intensity increases when I catch her ugly eyes shining like emeralds, all bright and full of the ingredients needed to intensify a storm. Her beaโ€” ฬถbฬถeฬถaฬถuฬถtฬถy. Her! Beauty! Seems ethereal, so much that even the rain might hold an umbrella at the mere thought of disturbing her.

I just move with the heavy weight upon my heart that she cast, which shifts and seems to come out of me whenever she throws a dumb smile. It moves, and it'll melt.

She has horribly changed my landscape with thundering and lightning, with all her chaos and not-so-mere existence. The river of my heart throws huge waves in the storm she created, and crashesโ€”all because of her.

She is a storm, wild and uncontrollable. I remain caught in the eye of it, ฬถcฬถoฬถnฬถtฬถeฬถnฬถt ฬถiฬถn ฬถmฬถy ฬถcฬถaฬถpฬถtฬถiฬถvฬถiฬถtฬถy, ฬถeฬถvฬถeฬถn ฬถaฬถs ฬถtฬถhฬถe ฬถwฬถoฬถrฬถlฬถd ฬถcฬถhฬถaฬถnฬถgฬถeฬถs ฬถaฬถrฬถoฬถuฬถnฬถd ฬถmฬถe.

She is the storm that halts my breath, a tempest that crashes upon me, like a fierce wind that refuses to let go, a force of nature that binds my heart. The unseen river flows with such fervor, rising with emotions I can hardly contain. In the depths of my longing, I am lost, drowning in the storm of her presence.

My world shifts, endlessly transformed, as the tempest of her essence intertwines with mine.

The world shifts, altered for a bit, as she invades every corner of my mind and thoughts, a storm brewing within the depths of my soul, her name whispered in shadows, a haunting refrain.

Sheโ€™ll never know the magic she has, nor how tightly she has bound me. Which is good. It's better this way.

My freedom lies in her being oblivion.

I shall only be the one and only witness of her ฬถbฬถlฬถaฬถcฬถk ฬถmฬถaฬถgฬถiฬถcย  magical smile which captivated me. It will stay as a secret forever; no one, not even her, shall know how well she captivated Wednesday with her chaotic breeze. A secret forever, as the storm brews in calm.

With her, things are curses cast by well-practiced black magic! ฬถOฬถr ฬถmฬถaฬถyฬถbฬถe ฬถa ฬถbฬถlฬถeฬถsฬถsฬถiฬถnฬถg ฬถiฬถn ฬถdฬถiฬถsฬถgฬถuฬถiฬถsฬถe. She is a seeming anchor; truly, she is my shipwrecker amidst the storm.

So I shall keep this tempest a secret, at the last page of the diary, which is not torn apart. It is a whisper whispered to the forbidden night. As I pen this, I wonder what if there's something dark in her storm.

I, Wednesday Addams, have been a well-known companion to chaos; the closest companion it holds. The magic of her existence shall never be acknowledged; it will always resonate in the shadows of my heart.

For now I remain ensnared in this relentless storm, and maybe forever caught in her whirlwind, and perhaps, that is where I belong.

โ€œIn the silence of my soul, I keep the storm hiddenโ€”its winds untamed, its magic never spoken. Some spells are best left to haunt the heart in secret, where their power grows stronger in the dark. She was a storm I never meant to encounter, and now, I cannot escape.โ€

โ›Farewell. Diary. Secrets remain.โœ

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