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THIS IS MY LOT, BEAUTIFUL STRANGERS.
 I like the way the puddles of rain reflect the world like it doesn't matter how fragmented we become on the roads when in reality we're smudged and often blotches of incongruity. I like the way we make a mess of the puddles with all the intentions of menace, just like how, very often, our problems are of our own making. When it rains it pours, but it doesn't rain incessant columns. There's bound to be sunshine, looking over a fanfare of a rainbow. Sing in the rain because you know you can't stop it. Play with the puddles because there's always something to smile about- whether it's grey skies or blue. && I'm proud of you because you gave it your best shot, not because you came in second, and because you believe in yourself, not because I do (: TonFlyingHigh!7:50 PM *** |
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