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Sep 26 · 44
8-26-24
I woke to the rain pattering on my window
The muffled voices in my head grew weary with the passing time
The comfort the rain brought combed the knots in my stomach
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My heart grew heavier with each drop of the life-giving rain
His words still echoed in my room
I was a star in a far-out galaxy aching to be held
And he was just out of reach
Yet so far.
Why do we crave love from the ones who hurt us?

— The End —