On days like this, I remember all of the pain I felt. The tears that would stream down my red, puffy cheeks. The arguments I watched. The punches I felt. The pain that branded itself on me like a nasty scar. I remember the tears of those that love me and those that loved. They were solemn tears. The tears that came with pity which I knew very well. The world I live in is nothing more than the words that have accumulated these feelings inside. And even now, as the tears of the clouds fall on the sweet willow branch, I remember the ones that stood by me in my darkest times and drift off into a brighter daydream.
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On Days Like This
Short StoryOn the days it rains and on the days it shines, my brain goes to a time when I had made some mistakes or maybe even done good. The choices I shouldn't make and the ones that I should.
