I stood out in the rain today; Ive always loved the rain. You cant see tears in the rain; no-one knows when youre crying. I sometimes wish that if I stand in the rain for long enough itll wash my troubles away. [Wash me away]. I never much liked the sun. It makes everything far too bright, and with the light it brings heat. It brings questions; it makes people ask why you insist on wearing long sleeved clothes all the time. They dont stop to wonder about the story that comes with every scar. Thats the problem with some people. They never just stop. They just cant wait to get you into that counselling room. Its okay though, because they dont really care. Im okay, no honestly Im fine. No, never again, of course I promise. I suppose its clear to see that even those who are there to help you dont love you, I suppose its clear to see that even those that are meant to love you dont care, I suppose its clear to see that even those who are meant to care cant help you. I suppose its clear to see that sometimes all thats left to do it cry. I suppose thats why Ive always loved the rain. |
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" ...he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire."
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Dreams can come true, but never fantasies, if you nurture a fantasy, it'll most likely get broken.
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Dreams can come true, but never fantasies, if you nurture a fantasy, it'll most likely get broken.
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Dreams can come true, but never fantasies, if you nurture a fantasy, it'll most likely get broken.
this isn't rubbish.
this feels real.
which means you're a fab writer. [but o course we knew that anyway]
and you're a fab friend (:
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Dreams can come true, but never fantasies, if you nurture a fantasy, it'll most likely get broken.
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" ...he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same, and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning, or frost from fire."
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