Despite the continuous fall of rain in this place, I just feel so dry. My spirit feels so dead. I've told myself a hundred times to revive the life which I had found before I got in this place.
Now the streets are flooded, many people try to stay warm... but I am like a homeless person, I am cold and wet and tired. And these walls aren't giving me any comfort. These walls I've built around myself make me feel isolated.
Now the streets are flooded, many people try to stay warm... but I am like a homeless person, I am cold and wet and tired. And these walls aren't giving me any comfort. These walls I've built around myself make me feel isolated.
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