"Rain. It's been pouring down rain ever since you left, or... or maybe it hasn't. It just feels like it has, because days without you are like rainy days. Dreary, Gloomy, bleak, lifeless. They are days where I just want to stay inside and sleep my troubles away waiting and hoping you'd come back. You see the thing is you never do. You never fucking will either. Me? I was just a passing moment, a passing memory for you. I wasn't meant to last. Wasn't meant to stay. Was never actually good enough to last or stay in the presence of someone of your nature. Was meant to drift away into the oblivion, never to be seen or thought of again."
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PoetryWhen the moon has fully risen and the stars are watching the thoughts of a girl flow across a page. Curl up and enjoy my shitty writings.
