Sunday, January 24, 2010
this was from jan 17th
POUR
The rain poured down at her windowsill, echoing her thoughts and feelings. She cried as the sky cried along, each drop carrying a kind of lingering sadness. She looked up at the vast blue sky above her, her heart crying out to be heard. She wanted to be free, she did. Always.
8:35 AM
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