It's dark, it's cold, it's wet, I'm soaked. I'm soaked in tears, in rain, in water that fell off the buildings one by one, and I didn't bother to grab an umbrella because why the hell not. The cold makes me calm, the rain makes me sad, the dark makes me afraid yet that makes me glad. For it is dark so I don't know what's coming, I think it is evil but I just keep humming. I'm running in circles one by one. The dark might be scary but it's also fun.
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