Originally written: November 26, 2009
Let the rain fall down and cleanse me of my worries. I can’t remember the last time I cried, but who needs tears? The rain feels so damn better on my cheeks. I feel free. I feel relieved.
So let it rain on me. It won’t stop me from making it past the dismal bridge of disappointment. Let it rain…
You can call me crazy or sentimental, that won’t stop me from heading where I’m bound: happiness and love—and they all start in me.
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