The sun is in her skin, but her heart belongs to rain
The storm is the only time when she can freely breathe again
Temperature is high
She would rather be without the heat
But without the sunlight
She could die
Without happiness and warmth
She would barely be alive
Sep 22, 2017
Sep 22, 2017 at 6:04 PM UTC
The sun is in her skin, but her heart belongs to rain
The storm is the only time when she can freely breathe again
Temperature is high
She would rather be without the heat
But without the sunlight
She could die
Without happiness and warmth
She would barely be alive
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