Anthology of a Boy

My heart is aching,

So yea

My heart wants it to rain;

Let it soothe itself to the sound of the droplets hitting the roof,

The splashing of water,

And the occassional rumbling of thunder that passes by.

Like the spring breeze that lightens ones soul,

The thunder soothes my sorrow.

And in the rain my heart tries to find a pinch of solicitude;

For it hurts a bunch....

And I dont know what to do.

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