I miss that heavy rain.
When it's cold outside, and what do you do is laying on bed with fluffy blanket and ur teddy's.
It was so quiet, and all you hear was the raindrops and some thunder.
It feel safe in your comfy bed, right?
But now it's not quiet anymore.
Ur room is a noise.
Big noise that come from your thought.
I've been told, "dont worry too much".
But it seems my heart is feel safe to get this burden.
Yeah, I'm masochist.
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