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Tue, 06/24/2014 - 01:38 -- vmn1120

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I know so many people that hate the rain and love the day.

 

But me?

I love the rain and loathe the day. I am one of those rare souls who seeks comfort in the tears of the sky and who thrives at a time when others regenerize. 

 

I have never been a morning person, but I have always been a night owl.

 

While others cuddle together, wrapped in one anothers' arms and sleep peacefully, I lay alone, wrapped in thin sheets and heavy thoughts all while I'm running from sleep. So many nights I have cried myself until I've drowned in misery. 

 

 

While the sun haunts me, mysteries of the night haunt others. 

But I could never be afraid of something as dark as me.

 

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