Tears running down my face as I look out at the pouring rain thinking to myself it was my fault. It wasn't. I know that now. But now it's too late.
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Poems and short stories
ŞiirHi um ok hi! I am not creative so the stories might be i don't know..boring? But i'm doing my best and that's what matters :)
My fault
Tears running down my face as I look out at the pouring rain thinking to myself it was my fault. It wasn't. I know that now. But now it's too late.
