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Rain by Patty Griffin

It's hard to listen to a hard hard heart / Beating close to mine / Pounding up against the stone and steel / Walls that I won't climb / Sometimes a hurt is so deep, deep, deep / You think that you're gonna drown / Sometimes all I can do is weep, weep, weep / With all this rain falling down

*Strange how hard it rains now / Rows and rows of big dark clouds / When I'm holding on underneath this shroud / Rain~

Its hard to know when to give up the fight / Some things you want will just never be right / Its never rained like it has tonight before / Now I don't wanna beg you, baby / For something maybe you could never give / I'm not looking for the rest of your life / I just want another chance to live
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Strange how hard it rains now / Rows and rows of big dark clouds / When I'm still alive underneath this shroud / Rain Rain Rain //


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I've been listening to this song over and over for the past couple of days and I only just realized what I like so much about it.

It's unrequited love. It's the one-sided kind that's painful and yet you can't do anything about it for the simple reason that it's love. So it gives and gives some more until it collapses upon itself because there isn't anymore left. But there is still actually more to give. Because that's the human condition - it doesn't run out of love. You can love someone without being loved in return. It's the purest and maybe, the truest form of love. But the human condition demands to be loved back. So you try to get by each day, trapped within the confines of your own emotions - the kind of cage that you cannot escape because you have built them around yourself unsuspectingly. Giving a little more love until it runs out and gets replenished - a cycle that runs on itself.. But then, enough soon becomes enough, and you learn to pull yourself up over the mess. You break free and gather the pieces of yourself and start over again. And you wake up one day and suddenly, everything is alright - the past isn't as painful as you remember it to be. And then you get ready to love again, comforted by the fact that even if it happens again, you'll survive it. Because that is what being alive means.

Isn't that so comforting and beautiful?

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Hallo~ I'm TD and I like to draw. A LOT.

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