We are like the rain we fall fast and hard at times...as each drop falls from the heavens and crashes into the ground and ceases to be a puddle..hope can drain and flow like rivers continuing to flow but no one knows when the river will end...hope is like a candle that eventually will run out...the flame will flicker...staring out you window wishing to see more than whats right infront of you...endless rivers of tears drowning you..heart aching like tiny pinpricks of needles but they go all the way thru...each and everyone bringing shocks of pain...wandering through the dark...blinded from everything in the world
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