Pluviophile

Let your kindness be like the rain, that cares not about whom it falls upon.

Let your passion be like lightning, that shines brightly and strikes your inner fire.

Let your courage be like thunder, that roars even on your darkest days.

Let your soul step out into the spiritual weather.

Let it downpour on you in the short amount of time you have left in the storm.

Discover yourself, discover life, and don’t be afraid to get your feet wet.

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Fade Away.

How many scars did we justify because we loved the person holding the knife?

scars on your soul, scars on your skin

scars all over, mostly within.

How many scars did we justify because we loved the person holding the knife?

sadly, his knife could not kill me and it did not win.

but his goodbye is what ended me, and with it, all that I have ever been.

How many scars did we justify because we loved the person holding the knife?

Scars on your soul, scars on your skin.

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