Hitting the glass
drowning out my thoughts
yet forcing me to imagine more
to feel more
to hurt more.
People are like raindrops
some are perfect, content, stable
others are imperfect, running from pain
running from reality
running from this uncertainty.
Traveling with the Traceys 
Love the rain in my lucid dreams!
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Wow..
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Nice blog
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Thank you very much, Shivam! I really appreciate your kind words.
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