See the dark dismal sky.
Smell the wet concrete.
Hear the water pitter-patter against the window pane.
Feel the rush of the rain against your skin.
Taste the water escape to your lips.
As you dance in the rain.
This blog is my outlet for my screwed up past. If you look not all of it is deep dark secrets of the heart but quite a few of them are. Hope you enjoy it as much as i do. (:
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