That moment she lay on a bed of roses.
Pretty warm and fuzzy.
Then again, what lies beneath were the thorns.
Insecurities spread like virus.
Maybe she was still yearning over rainy days. And the drenched kid with a white umbrella and who had raindrops on his palm.
She's been loving rainy days ever since. Drizzles or deluges.
Fragments or not, it's hard to draw the line. After all, those of the past often overlap with those of the present.
Nothing was or is ever complete.
Speaking of which, it drizzled this morning. And I walked in the rain. Now I feel sick.
Pretty warm and fuzzy.
Then again, what lies beneath were the thorns.
Insecurities spread like virus.
Maybe she was still yearning over rainy days. And the drenched kid with a white umbrella and who had raindrops on his palm.
She's been loving rainy days ever since. Drizzles or deluges.
Fragments or not, it's hard to draw the line. After all, those of the past often overlap with those of the present.
Nothing was or is ever complete.
Speaking of which, it drizzled this morning. And I walked in the rain. Now I feel sick.
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