sitting beside the window, i watch the rain pour down.
i stick my hand out and feel the water.
it's cold.
i miss your warmth.
"honey, it's alright,"
the wind whispers.so i cry.
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shooting stars for no one [ completed ]
Poesi[ completed ] i've no idea how to write a description for this. may or may not be what i feel. may or may not be things i made up. may or may not be just plain bullshit. may or may not add a few one-shots? it's up to you to figure out which is whic...