I love when it gets cold.
I love it even more when it rain.
The sound of the rain pour.
Tup tup tup.
The way the rain drop slowly sliding on the window.
I find it really relaxing. I find it really beautiful.
When it rain, I get sad.
Ask, i don't have a clue.
Why, i brush it off.
Ignore, I want more attention.
Get some, I feel suffocate.
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A thought from broken girl.
RandomI want to turn back... I really do... But none of this path lead back to who I used to be.
