Fine drops of evening rain pelting down on me. Its cold and wet, and my thoughts drifted; what little secrets do i have that she does not know. Not my gloomy crushing history, but something private. Maybe cheeky. Maybe...
And i remembered that i once wrote. The ramblings and rantings of a heart, impoverished from the lack of human touch. And so here it is: another entry into this quiet little chronicle of mine ~ :)
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