I'm standing there yelling and screaming. In the back of my head, wondering why? Looking in the mirror, staring hard at myself. I look away. I'm facing a decision. My mother didn't want this; Neither do I. I guess we shall truly see. I look back in the mirror, again and wonder Will I give her up?
The rain sounds so beautiful outside. It's been almost a year and a half since I've written in a journal or a diary.. Once when I was in middle school, in 8th grade the principle had us do something with our hands that made it like it was rain. I love the rain, cause no one really knows if you're crying or not. Sometimes when it rains I can just stand there feeling the warmth of the angels tears cleansing me so deep... Embracing it so deep into my soul, I cherish it. If I was in the ocean, I'd never leave, just float in the never ending sea. If there was a time to drink I'd take a shot and drink to everything. Good or bad. I know I'll make it through with the sound of the rain. Coming in so slow and calm and going out with a bang! This is how the rain sounds for me, beautiful and strong. Maybe in some way I am a part of the rain.
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