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and rain ...

How much rain is killing me. She hides the skyline. I walk in darkness. My path is lost.
Another step.
I would embrace life, the sun, my friend. The rain hides me tomorrow and tarnishes the present. Everything seems futile and calls fall into silence, the voice is drowned and bends.
My heart beats.
is decided. I face the rain, I face the wind rather than to bow to fear. I will advance through the haze, rather than allowing clouds and darkness invading my present.
is decided. My loneliness is another. My expectations have other shores. I do not lose anything because I did not win that one could take away. With my short-lived and my treasures, I will build my life to her house one day. There. Elsewhere. Where it name.