It's like catching raindrops thinking that your hands can cushion their fall onto the hard ground. But as they drop into your hand, they break into a million pieces and all you can do it stand there and cry for every piece that's broken.
Whoa. A storm just swept through me. How am I going to clean up this mess of many pieces now?
The best part was that I was still waiting for a reply after saying goodbye. Omg. I'm seriously fucked up. Haha.
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