She stood in the rain, the world around her melting from the heavens above. Arms lifting to the sky, each pelt of water washing away the sins that littered her soul. The tears that fell, never seen. Some said that she always felt at home in the rain.
I enjoy fictional writing, and creating fantasies in my head. It's a dark place in there, and sometimes, I even scare myself.
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