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watching the rain has always been my favorite pass time. it's the only time i feel at peace within my own body. the only time the weather matches the way i feel. the only time i "feel" much of anything. a lot if people hope for sunny days but i live for days when the sky is dark and heavy with unexplainable emotions. with the tears of the girl who is too quiet to tell you she's hurting. for the mother who was too blind to see the hole her son was in. for the girl who was too late. who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. who made the wrong decision. who will never be good enough... dont be that girl. don't just tell her you love her, show her. get the flight & go to her. do it before it's too late.
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My Life

This would be really boring. You don't need to waste time reading this. Not just boring, it might be even heartbreaking. The story was still going on, and therefore I had no idea whether it would end in a tragedy or not, but I had a feeling it would. And it did. We broke up under the striking, burning sun of 19th September, 2016. I write usually in a monotone description, therefore don't judge if you read this. My name is Rue, and I wish my life could be like the picture I put as a cover of my story, colourful, calm, and with a soulmate who keeps loving me all the way. However, things never happen as what we would like them to happen. I don't love my life, but I want to remember all that once happened. I want to look back one day, when I'm fully grown, and smile or tell my old self right now that I'm dumb. Mostly and lastly, I just want to remember him, the one I very much remember right now, but will fade in times to come. It is already fading now, and I only hope that I can write them all before they disappear from my mind, forever...

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