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by Lost and Delirious Mar 1, 2009 category : Sadness, depression / other
The rain crashing on my window, reminds me of every tear I've shed. Each rain drop, like every tear, tells a story. Once upon a time . . ., Once, upon, a, time . . ., In a land long ago . . ., In, a, land, long, ago . . . . None of my stories start like that, but they all end the same. Black tears blind my eyes. and Black tears stain my face.