She laughed at the fact that the rain hid her tears so well.
She found it so funny how the raindrops would slide down her forearms to her wrists and linger on the lines she drew there.
Her lines of pain.
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Marigolds: A symbol of pain
©Eliwastaken and Zutaradiangelo (wattpad 2021)
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The Art of Falling: Rain
Lãng mạnEunji laughed a bitter laugh. One that was half-hearted. One that held pain.
