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My heart felt hollow. A tear trickling down my cheek. And an empty wish escaped my lips. I knew he wasn't mine to keep. The earth was moist with the rain. My clothes clung to my skin, soaked. Then I realized on that night of July that if I could cry with the sky, it would be less miserable. Less lonely.

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