Chapter 1 -Walks

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I enjoy taking walks. The new feeling of curiosity when you walk past something you've walked past a million times and notice something you haven't noticed about it not one of the million times you've walked past it. It's the same feeling you get when you realize something so completely obvious about something that should be the most not obvious thing to realize. And I love that feeling.
It brings a sudden wave of euphoria over me.
Sorry, When I ramble like this people usually call me mental. And when a word like that is used to describe you several too many times I feel inclined to believe it.But I'm great now, Honest.
I hate it.
My black hair and grey eyes. And no one to match that description to when people ask me who I get it from. Unless you would prefer me open up their coffins.
Rane , but I like to spell it rain. Isn't it so pretty? And how sometimes it looks like that's what falls from your eyes instead of tears?
I will see you soon.
- RAIN
Yeah, this is the life
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