The raindrops ☔ The drops of rain are my friends. They are tears. They are my tears. They hold so much definition. They fall as though they're heavy, but they aren't. They are light to the touch. They are ghosts. They come when they know that I'm mourning. When I'm grieving. They come to remind me that I'm not alone. That there are people like me. Because every raindrop means something different, but they all understand me.
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