SAME CLOUD

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I felt so satisfied by seeing the sky change it's colours. Every time a new one different one. But how sad it as to know that the sky will not bring back the same colour, same cloud twice. Once it was gone, it would never come back.

It was similar to him.

The way I used to know him back then, he was not the same anymore. He was changed. Once and forever. And the sky will not be back as it was. The sky grew darker and darker and so did he turned into more of a stranger. 

Then it rained. All too heavily. And as the raindrop touched my skin, it would bring back many flashes of the memories that I had, of him, with me. As his water droplets washed my body, I wished, in the same way it would wash off my memories.

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