remember it rained. A lot. And that was the first Once I told someone who truly hate the rain, one more than the long list of things I hate, despise, dislike me or just did not arrive. Rain. Small plane how small we are. I guess that would be reason enough to hate the rain because I can not hate you. As much as I remember every day why they should, could, would be entitled and subject. But I learned to hate the things, not people. Although they deserve. At least rationally.
remember that it rained. Light breeze gets wet in the ears and back of the shirt. Despite the rain I like to wait. Expect to arrive. Expect you to go. Expected to return. Expect that you simply dissolve in wind will carry you all my problems with you. But it is not so. Nor will it. Ahni'll be forever. With another face. With another voice. But always there. You can not fool me.
remember that it rained. And I ran with you. But you were the one you all you've been. From all that I thought would happen that day, I never thought it would rain. Not that you would be hiding there. Still less that you discover. I must admit I knew. That there lies. As always these. Even before it was you. It is difficult to crave something you already know. Run. After running a lot do not know if you keep away or you come back.
is difil remember. Those who say they can not forget lie. Lie to the core. The hard part is remembering. Really remember. Feelings are mixed together. The days are a continuous flow. Are on top of one another to confuse self. I remember the first day after the final. In the end no matter what you remember. Never mind the pictures you walk through your head again and again. No matter what weapons the fascination with fantasies of days you do not know where they belong. All that matters is that it will rain again. As before and the same thing later.
can not fool me.
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