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The rain falls from the sky. The endless sky pelts the cityscape with endless rain. The rain feels soft to the touch, a light breeze overtakes me soon after. It's raining more now, although it isn't heavier. The light breeze makes me think. It soothes my nerves. Look at the rain. It never had any problems, finding a job, finding friends, finding love. It's purpose is to fall and get evaportated. It's friends are beside it and never leave. It's love ls likely close by, atleast I hope it is. I don't want this innocent drop, this cold peice in a myriad of rain, to feel the harsh truth of reality. And I don't want myself, a shivering person in a myriad of rain, to feel chilly any longer.
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Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 10:53 PM UTC
The Rain Falls
The rain falls from the sky. The endless sky pelts the cityscape with endless rain. The rain feels soft to the touch, a light breeze overtakes me soon after. It's raining more now, although it isn't heavier. The light breeze makes me think. It soothes my nerves. Look at the rain. It never had any problems, finding a job, finding friends, finding love. It's purpose is to fall and get evaportated. It's friends are beside it and never leave. It's love ls likely close by, atleast I hope it is. I don't want this innocent drop, this cold peice in a myriad of rain, to feel the harsh truth of reality. And I don't want myself, a shivering person in a myriad of rain, to feel chilly any longer.
Svode
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Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 10:53 PM UTC
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