My heart feels empty whenever it rains. Why I would react so badly to rain? Even though I used to be one with them. I want to cry, but not even a shed of tear would fall down on my cheeks. Only rain become my tears.
The sky....is crying all the times. But every grey cloud has a silver lining. Every despair will always have hope to return it.
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