she was fine

every day she looks out the windowthinking how to get through tomorrowwhen she has lingering sorrowcombine with the clouds that followwherever the places she goes she used to like the rainnow she sees it through the windowpanewhen it is pouring, the drops become painmemories are the things that remainand she drowns herself again for her,Continue reading “she was fine”

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