Rain

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                      I know this boy that's smile can sometimes fall like the rain, his eyes burn with this determined flame, one that can be both serious , and amusing. His posture, one alert and guarding, hiding his emotions, refusing to open up, refusing to be afraid , although, you sometimes are afraid of what has to come, the oblivion.While, we may not live forever, while in our sleep , the moon might fall down , right along with all of those stars, or may the world grow to close to the sun, having the worlds population at its nearing end ,I know my remaining thoughts will be of you, as cheesy as that may sound.... as unaware of the world we've grown to know decently , as there might be a time were one of us may die , I am not afraid, I am not a strong person, I am not the brightest either, but there is one thing that I know, and that is that I love you, I love all of your imperfections and flaws, because without those, you wouldn't be who you are, and without who you are, there wouldn't be the person I've grown to be, I couldn't fanthom this world, without your being,and I couldn't fathom myself, without you.

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