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Reason 1: We’re Similar
The rain is useful, beautiful, a literal part of life! People don’t like the fact that it rains a bit too much here, but they should be glad. There are poor people in the desert, desperate for cool air. We should appreciate the fact we live in a temperate climate and not a place it always snows or never rains.
I’m useful, that’s a guarantee. Without me, who’d fill out those papers other then the fat ass lying around here, doing nothing but caking worthless, over the usual, powder onto her ugly face? Honestly, she should try something natural or ask those professional Indian eye designs up in the mall. She’ll look naturally pretty for once.
I can’t say I’m beautiful, my smile that made me proud to stand with, had left me alone over the years, stuck with the volunteer depression and their CEO, stress. Pure and happiness get bored easily, but they stay a while. That seems like only a month of my childhood, actually. It’s longer than you think if you count, but it’ll get you tied and intertwined with your past, thinking, “Was I really that happy?” all night long.
And, of course, I’m a literal part of life. It’s just that they make me feel worthless. That’s why.
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Why I Love The Rain
RomanceIt isn't always because there's gonna be a rainbow after every thunderstorm, or that playing in the rain is fun. Rain is many things, and rain can describe who I am. I sprinkle when I'm cheerful, I accompany thunder when I'm enraged, and I rain hard...
