Some Little Storm
5 years ago
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Rye, my friend, may our time never end. You run from a storm, even though it's a small form. Can't you see, let weather be, stay here with me. Rain won't hurt you, I'm in the storm too. You wings can take you above the cloud, where all the rain is not aloud. The rain feeds life, how long can you stay away from the knife? My personality is something mixed, but it always gets better whenever problems are fixed. Nothing hurts my mentality, like you in a tragedy. If I can't fix it, where will you go? If you trust your wit, what would then show?