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Rainy Days [[Rain's Diary]]
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Huling na-publish Thu, May 24, 2012
Thing's don't always go as planned. Mom's death wasn't planned. My twin sister Skye returning and leaving wasn't planned, in my head, at least. My best friend dying, was all of my fault, but it wasn't planned. My life is just a giant notebook. I guess that's what I am, too. A notebook. Some pages are good and unused, the others are torn and scribbled in, marked and stained with different color inks. I'm a different colored ink. An ink no one has seen before. An ink I call my own. It seems like It's all I have to myself now.
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