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gray rain Aug 2016
Today is the day I leave
'cause there's so much more to see
The sun? The fields, the trees
Or that's what I believe

Hopefully the sun is there
But I'm not one to care
'cause as pale as I am
The sun doesn't have to share
Its rays

And the fields and trees
Are just things that are green
Although I've never seen
That's what I believe
I'm going camping for a week so will try post something but I might not be able to.
As much as I say I don't go outside I do.
gray rain Aug 2016
How did I get here?
The wind, the blue sky, the clouds
The view of fields surround
But how did I get here?
Did I actually leave my house?
gray rain Aug 2016
Waiting for the other to make the move when they don't want to and you want them to.
There's a story behind this
Today there was a guy who was wanted by the police on the roof of a house near mine. And the police wanted him to come down while he was throwing things at the cars but the cops didn't go up to force him down
gray rain Aug 2016
How does imagination still exist
when we **** it with the society in which we live?
gray rain Aug 2016
She/her
He/him
Ze/zir

Collectively we're all the same

They/them
gray rain Aug 2016
I don't like you.
Well... Not in the way I used to,
not in the way you think,
not in the way you used to think.
gray rain Aug 2016
You
Your eyes hide the ***** inside.
Your smile masks the counterfeit pride.
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