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Winter…. Is awful
I spend five months (give or take) a year
Every year suffering
In the cold
And the wind
And the frigid expanse of dim lighting
And depressed employees
All for what?
No sleep.
No water.
Dry mouth seems to be the onluy taste available.
No reach or want for what is close.
Only hardships are available.
Thee isn't much around in this deserted place we call home.
I am in love with the rain.
The way it cleanses my heart,
and soaks up my pain.
The way it relieves me from the draining sunlight
that had burned up all my emotions and left me a barren wasteland.
It was nothing but a blurAmidst the insecurities of life Hasty decisions Jumping into conclusions Hiding blemishes Closing gaps In betweenBroken roadsPerfectioning one another's flaws
