Sick

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And, darling, I should've known better. I shouldn't have looked up at the sky and willed the breeze to stop blowing. I shouldn't have held my hands out to the trees and begged them to shield me.
Dammit, why didn't I save myself?
I should've known that you can't stand in the rain and expect to not get wet.
Now I'm here with salted water and drenched knees and I'm wondering why the hell I ever let myself out in this storm.

November 1, 2014 9:17pm

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