Dear anyone reading,
its raining and im listening to some old country music that ordinary teens would call crap.but i call it life.i mean it has a tune and the words which match my feelings.i have so much to tell you not that im a loner and have no friends to share my crazy words with,its just that it feels so good to just grab a pencil and a paper and translate your feelings on it ..who knows you might just end up getting comments like "omg we have mutual feelings"!afterall i deserve to know im not weird.i think thats enough words for today and i dont want to miss dancing in the rain.
Yours Truely,
Pluviophile
xox
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