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Late night rainstorms

Raindrops hit the roof and I swear I could hear my mind shatter into a billion pieces.

Thunder becomes my lullaby.

The storm is raging on, am I suppose to believe the lies it tells?

Restless and loud, spinning round and round.

This love, hate thing is just not working.

I'm done...with the late night rainstorms






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