My blinds are open, and I watch the rain like it's the last thing I'll do on this earth. It's the last thing I expected to see. A thirst the ground yearns so much for, is finally quenched. As I look outside at this beauty, I look at the other flats around my school. Every blind is closed, I am alone. I am alone to experience this moment, and wouldn't have it any other way. Stripes of water down my windows, and now it's gone.
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Your writings are so very beautiful.
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