RAIN FALLS UPON MY HEAD. LIKE A STRAY DOG IM LOOKING FOR DIRECTION, PROTECTION, ATTENTION
THE NEED TO HAVE RAIN COVER MY TRACKS, CAUSE THE PAST HAUNTS ME EVERYTIME I LOOK BACK.
THE WHO, THE WHY, SO MANY UNANSWERED QUESTIONS, SO LITTLE TIME TO THINK.
TIME NEVER STOPS OR JUDGES, IT JUST ACTS, AND ALONG THE WAY IS JUST ME AND THE RAIN NOTHING ELSE MATTERS BUT THAT ONE SECOND THAT MY SOUL FEELS FREE! ! ! !
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