It’s raining . . .
It’s dark . . .
It’s cold . . .
Off in the distance, I can see myself. I’m kneeling on the floor, drenched in the rain. My hair covers most of my face. But what am I doing there, when I’m right here . . . looking at myself?
What’s wrong? Why can’t I breathe? I try to call out to myself but the constant downpour is too
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ily kiddoo. :]
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