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There’s something about the jet of shower hitting your skin ,
when it’s already pouring outside ,
rain drops drumming against
the window panes ;
there’s something about drowning ,
when you’re already drown ;
there’s something about immersing
in the darkness when ,
you’re already absorbed in the pitch black inside your locked room ,
there’s something about feeling
the tinge of ache in your chest ,
when you’re already in pain ;
there’s something about
gasping for air ,
when you’re already
not being able to breathe ;
there’s something about
falling apart and crashing hard
when you’re already crashed
on the cold hard floors ;
there’s something about breaking ,
when you’re already broken ;
there’s something about falling in love
when you’re already in love .
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[If this girl's words have
touched your soul ,
matter not how faint
the sensation felt ,
would you mind dears ?
if she wished for you to tap on that minuscule star beneath
and send kudos to her ,
please ?] :)