The Rain

It’s raining today. I really wish it wasn’t. I keep thinking of him, in the ground, wrapped in a towel and a blanket, probably soaking wet and alone and dead.

It still hurts.

I hate to think of the water on him. I hate to think of him gone, forever, disolving into dirt.

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~ by kiranapoleon on April 20, 2005.

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