sitting in the darkness, late at nite, listening to the rain, the wind, the cars passing by... wondering what you were doing right now, at this time, wherever you are.. hoping you found shelter from this storm some call life... wishing you were here, listening to the rain, the wind, the cars passing by, with me......
Reason for writing:
getting sentimental in my old age...hahaha....
Birth sign: Libra
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