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Rain on windows Is seeing something... Hearing something... Knowing it has happened... But it doesn't touch you. So how can you feel it? Should you feel it streak down your face? Or is that just a hallucination? Something you want to feel, but shouldn't? For it is not a thing you want to be a part of. But still, it's one you really just want To trade, that is. So they might take your place In the chrysalism of detachment.
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Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 4:09 AM UTC
Chrysalism
Rain on windows Is seeing something... Hearing something... Knowing it has happened... But it doesn't touch you. So how can you feel it? Should you feel it streak down your face? Or is that just a hallucination? Something you want to feel, but shouldn't? For it is not a thing you want to be a part of. But still, it's one you really just want To trade, that is. So they might take your place In the chrysalism of detachment.
Chrysalism: the amniotic tranquility of being inside during a thunderstorm.
#sad#comfort#useless#loss
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anastasia-lisieux
24/F/Canada
Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 4:09 AM UTC
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