I love the rain, its like crying. Crying is sometimes good, but some people think its a sign of weakness, when in reality it shows how strong you have been, but no longer can so you let the pain overwhelm you and you give up. Im not going to lie. I cry. Its doesn't make me less of a man, and it doesn't mean I'm weak. I cry because I've been strong for far to long and I gave up, and stop trying. I don't mind crying. The simple things compared to it just fall away in the darkness because they don't mean anything to you anymore. The pain a person can go through is magical because some people go through way to much and no soul should have too deal with. Fading away in the darkness of your own thoughts put you a deep sleep, were you dream. Vivid dreams flow through your thoughts and you awaken in a sense of prosperity. You feel better, you don't feel lonely. Thats how I feel sometimes, but ehh. Its not always the best.
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A Book Left Unread.
Non-FictionA story about a boy, his life, his experience's, his sorrows, and his achievements. I apologize in advance.
