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- misenabymee18.06.2021 - 2 hours ago
the rain runs down the windows, down the walls, off the roof and into the garden, down the streets and through the yard, and it never really stops.
and through every cycle it changes so much. there are no rivers that stay the same, no oceans and no lakes, and no clouds and storms either.
the rain changes every time it falls, and every drop on skin changes you with it, and every drop you catch never returns to the clouds it was born from.
change is not a purposeful thing, but an eventual one instead. you struggle a lot more with becoming what you aren't, than you do with becoming what the world makes you.
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