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Dec 2018
The rain pours onto the roof. I hear the pitter-patter of droplets hit my bedroom window. calm, almost. Nearly unnerving. The sound of the water against the glass almost makes the room more quiet than it was before. My head, the water drowns out the voices. Rain. Thank you. You are the rain. I love you.
William Kline
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William Kline  20/M/New Orleans
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