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She walks in the rain

Mascara trailing down her face

Rain drops sparkling like diamonds in her hair

To a passerby the water coursing down her cheeks was rain

This was why she loved the rain

No one knew the hot bitter tears that she let fall freely

They didn’t know all the hurt inside

To them she was a scraggly drenched figure

Her clothes were a black second skin

Her boots shiny and reflective of the water now pooling at her feet

Her loneliness clawed at her insides

Her fears ate her alive from the inside out

Everyone said “oh it’s just a phase” and that things would look up

But she never could swallow their lies

This loneliness is killing her

She grinned to herself knowing her arms were hidden

For now she could be normal

But why the hot bitter tears?

If she was normal there was no need for them then

Or was there?

Tags: nostalgia

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