pleurer

I love when it rains and I’m going somewhere where no cares about my appearance.
I walk outside with no umbrella, no hood, no jacket, no make up on, and I let the rain just fall all over me.

And I cry.

And no one can tell I’m crying;
it’s just more water streaming down my face.
I get to cry alone, but surrounded by people.
And I love the feeling.

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