I always found comfort when it rains when I'm in my darkroom.
Perhaps because I believed the sky is crying for me.
As no one sees what I do to myself in the dark.
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Dark Rain
I always found comfort when it rains when I'm in my darkroom.
Perhaps because I believed the sky is crying for me.
As no one sees what I do to myself in the dark.
