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Parts of me I don’t own.
I can’t own.
I can’t have.
Borrowed but not owned.
Never mine.
It’s raining again.
I used to love the rain.
It used to make me smile.
…
Borrowed but not owned.
Never mine.
PAIN is here once again.
I used to love the rain.
It’s like living and dying at the same time.
And I was soaking wet walking in the rain.
Holding hands with the rain.
Walking with every raindrops.
With ever teardrops.
For a moment, it brought me back to the old days.
I used to love the rain.
I used to love you rain.
Hmn.