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i am not who I think i am but for a moment i was who i wish i could be i was in class when it began a clap of thunder and a bolt of lightning shook the sky i walked out with my head held high and smiled when the first droplets met my face i laughed when a puddle soaked my shoes through and through the feeling of clear, cold water settling on my ***** warm skin i was by myself but i was not alone the journey became my friend, my co-conspirator i don’t know why i did it but i hope that i never stop feeling it
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May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 8:50 PM UTC
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i am not who I think i am but for a moment i was who i wish i could be i was in class when it began a clap of thunder and a bolt of lightning shook the sky i walked out with my head held high and smiled when the first droplets met my face i laughed when a puddle soaked my shoes through and through the feeling of clear, cold water settling on my ***** warm skin i was by myself but i was not alone the journey became my friend, my co-conspirator i don’t know why i did it but i hope that i never stop feeling it
so the story behind this was that it started raining during school and I dreaded having to walk back to my car in the rain but it turned out to be very a fun and nostalgic experience
amie-stager
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May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 8:50 PM UTC
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