"They sing, raindrops falling on my head, but that doesn't mean that I am dead."–Regina Spektor
Raindrops, many raindrops fell on my journal, and it died. The seams are ripped, the cover's bent, the ink is smeared. My ipod, cellphone, and shoes died as well, but that's not important.
3 comments:
It looks like an old relic that you found buried in an attic.
I'm sorry that the raindrops wrecked your possessions.
No! I'm so sorry :( Memories are the worst things to lose.
nooooo! the sight of that makes me want to cry.
i hate the thought of losing things that youve taken the effort to record over time.
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