In the rain, you'll be able to feel me. I am lost, though not at sea. The stagnant waters could never hold my vessel. The chances of survival are slim- chances of renewal even more so. The clouds dissipate with a sigh. I lost the sun, but we still have the moon to sing us to sleep. Blank stares across emotionless faces- this is what expectations
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