I find solace in the rain, as it pebbles down my skin. Like droplets of breaths coming in. Although rain is fleeting and lasts only for a time, it's refreshing and cold to this dead heart of mine. It seeps into the cracks and bruises of lost loves. It makes me a dreamer and want to rise above. To fight, even if it's only one last time. To take a big step to revive this heart of mine.
-Mimi
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PoetryA collection of the ramblings and shit that occur in my brain.
