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My favorite days are the ones where the sky is gray and the clouds are dark and low. Where the wind blows cold and allows us to feel. Where the rain pours upon us and washes away our past. My favorite days are the messiest. The ones that match my heart.
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Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 1:52 PM UTC
I Wish It Was Like This More
My favorite days are the ones where the sky is gray and the clouds are dark and low. Where the wind blows cold and allows us to feel. Where the rain pours upon us and washes away our past. My favorite days are the messiest. The ones that match my heart.
StarlightKenna
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Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 1:52 PM UTC
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