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life goes on

just like a pop-up rainstorm sudden chilling drenching you feel it in your bones

your clothes drenched through your pores soaking it in it feels every crevice and then just as sudden just as unexpected it's gone vanished your skin your clothes your phone all dry and warm only the memory left but your heart races needing time to adjust to the new new


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