@alalia

I woke up to the sound of rain tapping gently on my window. The grey clouds outside matched my mood perfectly. It felt like the world was crying with me, mourning the loss of something I could never get back. I curled up under my blanket, seeking solace in its warmth, hoping that the storm outside would wash away the pain in my heart. But some wounds run too deep, and even the rain couldn't cleanse them. So I lay there, listening to the rhythmic pitter-patter of the rain, finding a strange comfort in its melancholy melody.

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