About Rain

I hate that you lied, I hate expecting for you to care. I hate waiting for your answer when I’m talking to myself. I hate hating you when it means that I actually like you. I love you. I hate waiting for the rain, I hate the way it feels cold when raindrops touch my skin. Yet, I love it. Rain, won’t you rain on me?

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