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One of those rains.

I don't see why won't you just text me and end my misery, take me out of this deep hollow hole you've put me into and took prisoner. You know, today just might be the perfect day, and our rebound. It's raining, slowly as for now and the raindrops on my window makes me miss you more. Missing you and this rain is a poem on its own. They don't need any description. Although this rain is one of those where I sit on the chair in the rain with the mobile in one of my hands, scrolling your pics back and forth and the other hand holding a glass of Mountain Dew and I MISS YOU LIKE HELL. I really have no idea where you are right now, or why are you not replying but I sure hope that you miss me even a fraction of what I am missing right now. I am even jealous. I am envious. I am jealous of the stuff that keeps being touched and used by you from time to time. It isn't just me and it isn't just her, it is what we are together that's the exception. It's what we are together that makes it so beautifully perfect. I just want to sit against the window, dial your number, have my ear glued to the phone to listen your voice from one ear, and the raindrops from another. God, it would be so perfect if you'd be just here. I wish, I wish.

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