Letter to the rain,
Tell me what you want to hear. Do you hear my inner voice burning out as you snuff my already struggling candle? Is it suffocation that you enjoy? Or is it the chaos and confusion that supplies the water for a night of treachery? In an instant you have me putting on my coat and then the next taking it off again. I am at a loss and it wont stop raining. The cold drops of ice have left me numb and unable to care. Thus, I am left only to....
remember that it rained.
Numbly yours,
Alex
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