Sometimes when it rains like this
I think that the world is crying,
not out of sorrow,
but out of pity for our insignificant lives.
Like it pities that even after we die it will just keep on spinning.
God I love the rain.
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Damaged Goods
PoetryThoughts are ever changing, but every so often they find a way to form something a little deeper. And when the words find their way to paper, life becomes a little bit clearer. Featured Chapter: Wonderland ***May contain disturbing or triggering co...
