From all Angles.
By Tegs
Raindrops scratch at my windows, squealing and scraping, trying with all their might to get in. For if they can, they will suffocate me, as they are succeeding in already. They block the sun, drown out all happiness that could reach me, and strangle out all hope. I watch their evil trails try and cling to the glass, and pray they will never find me. Written December 6th, 2001 © on Dec 06 2001 02:32 PM PST 0 • 10
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"Raindrops scratch at my windows,..."