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Jun 2015
Its raining. I love the rain, I love the sound rain makes against my window and how it makes me forget about my problems in life. I love the feeling of rain against my rough skin, making it seem softer. I love the smell just before its about to rain, and right after it rains. I would make a candle out of that scent and burn my sadness away. You see, some people feel the rain, some get wet, and others, well others are the rain.
Kyra Wilder
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Kyra Wilder
   ---, Ariel Baptista and SPT
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