Rain.I'd like to sit with you while I write this, show you and make sure you approve after I finish a verse. I've tried to take the time to sit down and think about what is and what might have been, but I can't stand still.Rain.
I've stood by my window so many times, just watching rain drops on the glass. They start quite quickly, full of energy, until they slow down. They may hit an obstacle, dry itself out, but most of the time, it'll just keep rolling down the glass until it hits the window sill. Or until I reach my hand out. Until I reach my hand out and lay my finger in it's path. It rolls onto my finger
lmao
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i reach back, hit you harder than god falls.
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