I love the rain, I've always found it as a source of comfort. As long as I can remember I have always gone out to bask in the rain since I was a kid, especially when I was feeling down. Lately though, not even the rain has been able to cleanse my thoughts...to wash away the pain I feel. A pain I'm so familiar with its starting to feel like it has always been a part of myself. Now the rain is just a reminder. I had a reason to look up and see a future, a reason to keep fighting. But now that future is slipping away, and all I see is a useless self...again. But this time is different, the rain reminds me so, that this time was my own damn fault, and i deserve nothing less...

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