It's about who stands in the rain with you, when they also have a choice to be dry.
The ones who don't try to bring you in the house but the ones who sees you; I mean really see's you and they will lay there with you.
They hold your hand, while your unspoken words are warrior cries.
Those people know that you just needed that moment to NOT be okay and that was fine cause once you stand up you released all the energy that was weighting you down.
Nov 12, 2025
Nov 12, 2025 at 10:16 PM UTC
It's about who stands in the rain with you, when they also have a choice to be dry.
The ones who don't try to bring you in the house but the ones who sees you; I mean really see's you and they will lay there with you.
They hold your hand, while your unspoken words are warrior cries.
Those people know that you just needed that moment to NOT be okay and that was fine cause once you stand up you released all the energy that was weighting you down.
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