Rain
I love watching rain fall to the ground.
I love hearing the splashing sound.
The splash, the smell,
Free me from my living hell.
I guess I like rain 'cause it reminds me of me in a way.
Important for a moment, but soon, noone notices as I fade away.
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random writings
This is just where I'll share my poems or links to my stories.
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