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Below Wet Drops
It felt mundane, it felt rather dull. I only felt the drips from the clouds, it was only rain. Is that all will ever happen when I feel frail and sad? You make me happy whenever you’re here with me, but I can’t reach you as I never felt your arms.
I fear loosing you, I hate my lack of company. I brought you chaos yet you reflected it back to me like handing flowers with thorns. We fight and fight but it’ll never be serious, we tease and find our distaste for each other yet we’d never let each other go nor call each other “enemies”.
So why make my heart so full but you won’t make me complete? The hole in my heart, the hole you fell beneath.
Ze….
I hate the rain.
Please don’t leave me.
What about us? Am I not something to loose?
I wait for you below the rain, dripping on my body and my lack of face. Should I wait? Should I move on? or should I find you till I get a move on?
I’m all chained up around you both. I lost someone already, don’t tell me I’ll wait then know that I will loose you all over again.
Man… This is stupid.
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