its raining hard out there,
can u hear the voices of pouring rain when u read this line?
im emo-ing here,
can u hear my heart beat when u read this line?
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how many raindrops fell onto places
how many hearts break into pieces
how long have i been living in illusion
how long it took me from dream to realization
how the night with a downpour wet the edge of my passion
and how could i make it through with memories to renaissance.
its raining again. :)
heavy rain always put me in a type of mood even me myself couldn't classify
left me petrified clinging to loneliness,
and yet fortified by my sense of unconsciousness.
that could only be justified by singing it out, saying it out, or writing it out.
i chose the latter.
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