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Oct 19
i can’t fathom how they hate the rain, how they curse it, it’s more than water, more than quiet pain. i can’t live without the dark that falls, because behind it, beauty always calls.
the rain, to me, isn’t just a backdrop. it’s the reminder that even in the darkest moments, there’s a hidden beauty waiting to emerge.
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   Immortality
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